A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then
And mix the shit with guinness liquor, tonic, vomit, smack again,
You're listening to this mix tape 'n
What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand
Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,
Have you with professional killas, chasing hits
Upon other limbs it's looking like a bag of chex mix
Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips
I sip the forty ounces, and mix that shit like brass monkey,
I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky
But i'm fuckin' hungry so every track i make's a meow mix.
It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks
I'm a mix, i'm all the same.
Ain't heard dc since sardines came
Mix it, did you get it? i sell this n' never falter
I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her
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