Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young
Please no photos, sorry mr. jameson
Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!
Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her
Maybe mr. mathers will try to kill me
Malia family, we the family
I'ma go getter, money mr. dealer,
She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her
She said i'm ready to fuck
Mr. right's running up,
I got that same hunger, rock-a-fella chain hunger
Cause i am a rap master mr. buster
So they just call me mr. fantastic
All you wanna do is get that stick
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