Pissin' on the demons of the earth
Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters
Like a dog without paws,
Black fours red drop head doors
The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.
Metaphor, chilling with better whores
Im the one waring the mussel,
I'm modest, and humble
Stuck in the in the tub,
I know you're mad, but so what
The name of the game is
She gon get the mils for this
Drive you spineless slithering snakes out, call me the pied piper,
And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for
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