I'm scary aren't i son
Cold, my style making my nose run
I don't trust no one
Okay...you should not hate me son
I wonder why we take from our women
// [but the kid is not my son]
Battle ten of ya bitc*es and come out just fine
Selling cane, getting brain, at the same damn time
Go where you ain't been
To be throwing the hand’s son”
Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open
Comedian, try again, son
// [but the kid is not my son]
They had a hell of a run
I don't want your fucking votes son
Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun
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