This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son
When its actually just a social occasion
I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last
Your fuckin’ neighborhood doesn’t determine your social class,
Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money
So i suggest your change your media immediately
Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors
What the fuck do i say to psychologists and social workers?
Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done
She had few friends, because her social skills were none
Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit
It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet
Get the zippo and spark the shit
Yet the media hides it,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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