Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry
Like tyler creator oh shit black momba's back lyrical insomniac flow is high
And like to boast and brag
In the house, holla back
As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt
Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,
And once i'm dead and gone
My way like a usher song
Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,
Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant
And stop playing hide and seek,
Niggas is unifying as we speak
Tyler was a teenager and had no goal
Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole
Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt
Grab the scissors and saws and
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