To put food on the table..clothes on his back
Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack
You never tire, might as well as inspire
I can't seem to get a rap that suits my rap style
The manic is back with brainiac by his left
Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent
Thats what happens if you degrade indian rappes like "this indian is rappin' bad"
I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that
My style of rap is impeccable yours is forgettable
Marijuana medical, smokin on the edible
Why my life depend on what i'mma do today
Bring it back to the old days,cause rap is so gay
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