What happened to the stuff we used to do?
Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew
I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit
You know i'm the beast and you'd like to be it
Ass shots in her seven jeans
Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps
Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil
Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people
Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces
You in to that animal stuff
See people to be leaving the cold medina
Time to climb her, climb behind vagina
I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs
Of the people in world, and i'd be the source
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