I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper
I'm an incurable sickness like terminal cancer
Eating my soul just like cancer,
And i ain't frontin for her
As: can’t wait to pork your mom
I will fuck your mom with strap on,
Ahead of the game fuckin yo mom with three chains on
Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom
The ice ain't really nothing to her
Dont answer i know you beat cancer
If he really sees us then how did my mom get cancer again?
Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then
Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge
But whos that lady im with? look again, thats your mom bitch
Yo poor ass probably live with your mom in a shack
Undefeated gs and a t-shirt and my leaders hat
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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