Drivin' somethin' that you ain't, top off, suck a nipple
It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little
Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda
On the boards running with the bulls noah,blocked into a coma,
Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
It's like you're my mirror
Maybe the third trigger
After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard
I'm on that first place status, never second or below third
Did too many drugs dilating my third eye
These haters hope i hurry up and die
If the parade was scheduled for third month.
Stack up your funds like a million bucks
Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck
Third eye blind, does anybody give a fuck
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