Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see
To feed my belly i go round town, toastin the semi
Cause maybe the devil son, shoot you with my semi-gun, your done.
This shit get critical, always gotta get different one
I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her
In fact, creeping' through the corners semi slaughter bloody water
Set in store through each sore formed by this semi-auto repeater
But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her
I think faster than semi automatic,i make people disappear with this magic
Did you have fun?cause i'mma need a cab just to get me homemaybe you could call in sick
With your flashlight, tell me what do you see
I'll get to cocking back the semi
I reflect the past, i remember last living in a semi detached,
Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past
But he is so semi and skinny eya-eya o
I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow
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