This is a song about "Next in line next dead"

Corduroys, cam will shine

I cant think of the next line...

I stick in yo mom's gut, next nigga likes what the fuck!

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Then waking up in the morning sore next to a damned dead blonde whore

You're my next student and bitch, class is now in session

Everything got a flaw, we desire perfection

When standing next to macklemore's girls in a thrift shop

Before you know it, she workin', jerkin' it nonstop

It was just fate cause it wasn't my time

Or generate the next line,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

#egg-sample next hatches when new mission kicks in

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

Cuz the next line is about to make a transition.