Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive
Maybe his hopes were not in a slight able to come to life.
Not much shit in this world to amuse
My time with their half-witted reviews
She better be lucky i'm not in the audio to make this diss
I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business
You gon need some gills, to not drown in my rhyme
I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine
The pain is horrible and for michael i gotta make it through somehow.
Not to mention, get your 3d glasses on, put it in the third dimension now
As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt
If you're not going to cooperate, just get in the trunk
In my town whites not even allowed to rap
I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat
She smiles; a niggas full of passion
And i'm still not ready to pack it in
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