This a gift that was given from the man up high
Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die
Tornado tornado and i'm trynna blow your mind
Cynical analytical state of mind, on grind, unsigned
It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks
Into a world of beautiful theories and natrual science
Take cee around town as if everything cheap
Who thinks by his technique i would be terrified to speak
Monday in my room again
My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen
Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message
And when i kick you to the ground, i'm shouting "science bitch"
Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party
Your production quality is way bad, sloppy
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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