Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw
Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya
I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit
The outline which you n****s out dated
Me and you just need to talk a bit
Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit
Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/
Weed i can't pronounce man
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress
You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,
Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.
I know what you do with that
Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.
But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time
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