And i like the hoes that need passion
Or for a revolution
I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait
Rarely there's a true father in this united state
United we slam, here comes the people with the rough shit
I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet
That’s what i was sent out to be, log out bitch go beg any witch, sit down and wish
I kill more than the french revolution witch was like off with his head and his and his and his
To start the revolution and take out all my crimes in words,
I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds
I live in the american south with the racial divide,
At monster madness doing drive by's on a fucking fixie bike
As i lie and cheat my way to the american dream
I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen
Maybe then... you will blow up quick like the american centers did
Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid
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