You got your mean little walk with the model pose
In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.
Full of shit, like i ate that john
The weed into the bong
Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause
The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.
People call him the rap incredible hulk
What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk
Never can i straight face
The streetz is aint the safe
The realist in the game
Just plain pat visions with some sick aim
Fuck wolf gang, fuck what? here let's take a trip
Got the passion for the music
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