This is a song about "Pappa de rappa"

Give me the mic, my de-vice, that i utilise, write these lines, that'll be

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Fif-tee /nine times till ya de-ceased/ im sick son new form of disease/

Concha de tu madre bitch don't touch my fuckin mota

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

The pigs fly away in the morning

Still a hobbit and like sauron's eye, you'll taste de foot

I got a fetish for fresh, i'm a clean crook

Que ni soy ni soy de ojos azules ni de piel negra seria seria

But it won't make no difference when i rip this verse and collaborate tonight/ and uh

They bringing me fish and chips

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