You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose
The hitler of my youth, when i get on the mic and gas the truth
You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga
Other rappers out of place like hitler at a bar mitzvah
Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy
I'll leave a z on your bottom right after i poke you~sexy zee,
But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her
Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,
You're a whack rapper while u thought you're rapping hot like a #sexy #chick
Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick
So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation
Shit now i'm going to hell maybe i'll bunk with hitler,and we could take turns in
Bigger genocide then hitler and the jews,
Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes
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