I told him get his 9 and run
Now let me talk to you son,
This thing that you could imagine
Comedian, try again, son
But it's real shit comparing to yours, son.
A couple years back ain't seen my vision
Welcome son to the new world
She wanted to fight at first
Me and my microphone could be one
// [but the kid is not my son]
And last but not least please don't tell no one
Stray away bullet streaks off the lips son
I'm the bastard son of a
Look, she so stingy with vagina
// [but the kid is not my son]
Girls fast how jamaicans run
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