Fuck, fuck-fuck, can't take the stress
Yes sir, please confess
Crank it up like you don't give a fuck fuck fuck
Rapping roulette, this life is a drug
Titty, ass, hands in the air, it's a party over here
See, my bitch is the type of bitch that gotta keep it real
Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree
And any girl that's part of the itty bitty titty committee can surely
I mean what fuck? what the actual fuck?
You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup
Fuck that - and fuck you too!
Then i gotta say peace to you
Amateur, you're bad as fuck.
'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck
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