Where but for the grace of god is it that i ought to be
No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy
Its been a long summer, and i've been on my grind
I'm pretty sure i should of died, my altered state of mind
The way i speak is state of the art
Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard
These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case
My waist with an abused hate with an amused state i should have refused grace
It will be my saving grace of repetition
Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin
Kind of chill but every now and then i get this violent urge,
It calls for separation of the federal state and church,
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