You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money
Well i'm not a mortal man, so how you feeling buddy?
Real recognize real, that's what my buddy always say
And i got 'em every day, every day
Number nine, your buddy carl's diggin my lines
This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines
She got me caught up in the moment
Social conditioning and
The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy
That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money
Move it buddy get back, i just wanna spit facts
Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants
My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident
Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,
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