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Pack myself in a dormatory to write a story
Im always worried about corwry
Nigga was born before me
The 85th year of living while ignoring the sinning
Funerals for the living, the dead have quit their bitching
Oh so prophetic
I guess that traveling helps me sell it
Sit on the toilet when pissed
Ain’t shit that you could tell me
I want to head line
I want the power’but niggas born every hour
Thats waitin to make me sour
Like im butter cup
Just cause you in cuffs dont mean you buck
If you say whats up to ladies with cuts
That ain’t enough
Grab a fuckin shovel
Fuck all the rust
Covered in dust
We diggin till dusk
Iggin you sluts so toughen up
This is an ode to joy
Like who is that
Isher stomach fat?
I ain’t seen her yet
I won’t i bet
Bitch you wanna bet?
Fire up the match im always set
I swear on my balls miley was wet
When she got wrecked

Chorus:
Tiny stu sesh
Pen is all i need
Socks up to my knees
Thats where we hide the tree

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