My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,
Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come
They like talk to em young
If you smellin bacon
On top of jay mccabe and his bacon
Men lie. women lie. numbers won't forsaken
Can't tell you where the bacon is, but the beef's on the cow
Would i stay with her, or separate or move along now
Add a little meat and now we're bacon bad,
To get them niggas while they laid back
This the district where politicians is fucking goons
My primary concerns are to focus on my modest roots,
I fuck with leviticus, he told me don't eat bacon
Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done
Whose primary concern is just to hustle and to blaze the grass,
You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass
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