I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops
-zi when it comes to rap and jottin' down shit, formulatin' plots,
I can't touch her, so for pleasure
And don't ever (and don't ever)
Yes, i'm sure we could all agree
And a fridge and some broccoli
Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,
These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different
Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,
We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last
And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and
And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different
And i'm dizzy and spinning
I snatch your girl if you're slipping
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