30 chains on, bet the light work
In the woods outside on the dirt
Coroners comfort your mama
I'm runnin this obama
Then leave her dead body in the woods
Epic, they used to feed me detours
Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.
Because there ain't no coming back from that
Obama clearing smoke from blowing hydro
Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow
Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh
A black guy in a suit, i could tell he was obama
Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.
Snapple fact: you rather wack
I can say the day obama got elected
Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit
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