Ain't like my job or guys i employ
"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,
Darker than a fucka lips
I only got four minutes
Nasty words, bastards, worse
Strumming my pain with his fingers
I'm going back to cali
Yeah nigga its nasty
End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday
,in 3 battle and i'm nasty and grimy
The right-to-kiss his dead wife's lips
And the v12, that's on various trips
Reason i stuck with the sound
You're a nasty ass hound,
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