Where's your vest son? death's on the cassette slot, not resurrection
I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win
Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain
My cash effected, my brain insane,
See my pain through my eyes,
Inferior, but i'm nice
And my nigga bam bam, he ready for whatever
My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure
Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin
You're rap needs a resurrection and next election
See me with a husband
My streaks my testament.
This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son
Weres my opinion, whats my religion,
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