Go to college, get a job, marry, have a kid
I rhyme at speeds so supersonic, that they make you vomit.
Boys were mean to him and swore at him and made him want to vomit
I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit
Bars i got them/if they want some real spits i got phlegm /top speed with my
Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die
Make emcees vomit then i comment of how the want to commit
I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that
Potent phlegm gold tutted, bodies go loose
Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news
That grows under my skin, it's infectious, atomic vomit
Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit
That i can't stand or stomach it, i vomit in my seat
My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet
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