Making a movie, spike work
He eats rows of em with mustard
Searching for fortune and fame
My middle names shane, no shame
It's been nothing but pain
Middle name shane, born all the same
Drug dealer shane, lame eh?
My block, that's right! heh
Fuck shane battier that nigga a soft boy
The world's too much for the soul to enjoy
Just to see, these metaphors spread a course like mustard seeds
Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs
From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word
You're faker than a german hot-dog with no mustard,
Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb
Need more flava like mustard,then mustered and mastered
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