Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids
You can hear it in my lyrics
The kids that smoke blunts and roll them up
Entrance no charge cause we late to the club
And giving peppermint candy to innocent kids
Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips
Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips
In my crib / butlers, women and nah no kids
Battle savages scavenge libs and manage average kids..
And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots
Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live
Stuck in a vice, hide your kids and hide your wife
From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks
Why you sore huh? you go and just diss a dozen kids
And out of them same projects where lots of kids get shot up for gang violence
You fool think you're knack, bitch you rack raps ,you're fag,take you sack, things,
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