I was wondering maybe
One two three, what could it be
Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips
I'll chew a new one up every two to three minutes,
It's only one round, two or three i don't need it
No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit
Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers
He grew from concrete, didn't live amongst the roses,
Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,
This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this
So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four
Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war
Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic
And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick
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