And i know - there'll never be peace
Ah yo im fucking all them pussies
Beautiful are thou, africa
Casting couch, two interviews, uh
Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift
Pacific of mine, sir', uh.. dismissed
(uh, uh) there you go that's john doe
Bad bitches never loved them though
Did the best i could, raised in insanity
Can't even lose hair, rythm ah rock block tha funky
Yeah they seen my report card but they've yet to hear my rapping ah...
But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada
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