I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space
Covered in blood from top to waist raped missing all of your face/
I wanted a brother my mother i told her
You don't want rap about drugs or liquor?
I gotta bounce, i don’t call her
Let me be your rap teacher
The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again
Point being don't rap about problems, rap about solving them
Tried to yank my chain now your missing a tooth
Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth
And i can admire your body but your mind is much deeper
So as your teacher im going to talk to like im a preacher,
Go where you ain't been
About your condition,
I'm all about the art of rap/ i'll knock off your starter cap
My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that
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