I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children
Shit, come down, its not that much of a suprise son!
And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel
Fuck you go to hell u cheating son of a bitch i wish u fell
Packing a gun to punk you whackest of bums with no answers for son
Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one
Like the son of goku, but son know i do not gohan, i goham, ho check the program/
It was hard to quitstarted out drinkin’ forties moved to harder shitgoddamn, now i’ma grown man
That you cant beat me, go ask your mum, to buy you a pair of these skills, son
I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one
Fif-tee /nine times till ya de-ceased/ im sick son new form of disease/
Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities
Sick twisted prick, sick sadistic son of a biscuit
Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit
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