Still you couldn't know my psyche, liar, pants on fire,
She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her
Something worth dying for
Your pants get hit with cancer
Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children
And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen
But it made me the man i am today, thanks
From that. from where i come from, can't even afford pants.
And her smile lit up the room
I'm a tiny pants goon
Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica
Come up to your peep hole, leave you fuckin' smelly nigga,
Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist
I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste
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