Dont ask me howard ill smack dwight of ya lips
My homies, they just lift and sniff, whiff when splittin' spliffs,
A biggie imposter bout to turn you into bacon to eat with some flap jacks
Lift 'em up and down like eight hundred thousand pound packs
Is low and is only get worsed you might as well be under a curses
At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses
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