Well, we are the roses
Then got myself high with
Niggas who be rapping how real they are
I refresh myself with water
In a fuss n' cussin up a storm jackin off watchin porn chokin myself with chloroform
Here, take a cab, thanks a lot for the cockshe's gone, and i'm thinkin that my game's so strong
Real street nigga, ain’t no clone
My might belongs to the psycho gnome
Rotting in a graveyard garden, six feet deep in your wooden coffin
So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin
Declared myself a god
If you had, one shot
Count on myself like a castaway
Get a glass and put chris on, yea
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