Rich hypocrites permit war on foreign lands
I'm on the stage, you in the stands
When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free
Whose there? twista breakin' em' off it's a magical sexy
My lair is down a deep rut in a world of foreign creatures
Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years
Fuckin, smokin blunts, sexy models in the front
Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant
In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes
They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,
Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box
Like 40 scores of foreign wars i bring the bombs
Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses
I'm still hitting ladies, in all the sexy places
Damn... my levels foreign wheres ya passport
Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord
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