Blood stain, your slain, your brain
I ain't interested in fame
Sethered your spine, your movement lines
When i get my hands on nines
Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair
They're tryin to say that i don't care
Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry
Ill stick my dick in your girls ass and finger blast her vagina to great mass i
I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh
You can use your balls and fuse it into a vagina.
My gun your scars, your wrist your calls
Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts
Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit
Penis, vagina im a mixture of all it
Where's your wealth? where's your fame?
And my niggas all the same
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