It wasn't about the sex
11.1.11 is when it all makes sense
I call heads, but i get sex/
Sweet, okay makes sense
Convertibles with turbo jets
Me and your mum had rough sex
I first had sex in preschool
The thugs say i'm cool
Cause they don't hear the shit im saying hunger
Malcolm sex is the devil's minister
Leave the keys with that bitch, jets
I dont give a fuck about your sex
I'm on deck i'm up next
Just who is malcolm sex
I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck
Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,
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