Its either a bless or a curse, i cleanse the weak with a breath of my verbs
Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works
My mom doing drugs in her bedroom
Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room
Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john
Bet the farm on the rhyme for the sake of my mom
As my record label nitpicks at this
Treat yo mom like one of my bitches
No ordinary her mom i was throat fucking, my dick she was whore sucking
She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing
Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.
You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own
Slurring my words mom knows i'm drunk
Enforce, i'm elegant and
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