Gotta big bitch, ass out
Or know what its about
As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets
Popcorn relaxed take a seat enjoy the show were all a bunch of freaks,
Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard
They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work
I can taste the salt from my tears
Spewing out automatics
While i got the tricks, you get the creeps, heaps and heaps of creepy freaks.
That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means
Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick
Societal freaks still prided on spinning the leek, how tragic
Tracks hyping bitches and freaks
I said believe in your dreams
Robbings on the streets when the freaks creep when we sleep, glock toking fiends
Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police
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