Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin
You're rap needs a resurrection and next election
Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win
My words are my ignition for my ammunition,
My own unknown is my enemy,
Let me rideuntil i get free
Nothing i'mma do is gon work
My shirt, purple label my shirt
Smoking haze all over town like it's allowed
Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout
And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun
My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/
They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win
Where's your vest son? death's on the cassette slot, not resurrection
So much to say a scrabble game
My cash effected, my brain insane,
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