Cold world no blanket son
85. relative of satan,
I'm the motherfucking richard dawkins of rap beef
Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys
My drive is like no one
Breaking walls like samson
Gerald butler except cool like zoo lander
But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her
My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements
The weight of my brethren ever so considered just peasants
Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe
And as for my drink i'd like milk or some milo
You see the way i move, i am in another gear
Put me in a daze and stear fear like richard gere in sphere
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