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Goin off the grid, nasa can’t find me on a radar,;
I run my own militia, drop the Glock and grab an the AR
Flow so official ineed my own trademark;
Life ain’t a bitch, its a game and u get played hard
Burnin everyday in science class they call me bunson;
Im the chef to ur bitch, she gotta bun bun burnin in the oven
Blow job at mcdonalds, I call that shit mclovin
Head get me hungry so I order a whopper, hold the onions
Lightin more than cheech an chong, an wiz khalifa
Stickin outta the bong water you can call me a reefer
Runnin at ya dogs, you Scooby , an im the creeper
Life’s easy as a piece of cake an I eat her
Runnin laps, this my race, you ain’t first then you last
Choke on my dust, you leave in a hearse an I laugh
We start off fly high, but some of us crash
I like to get wasted, three drops FUCK IT a splash
I follow my girls, im obsessed, Mariah carey
I like a clean bitch, not a girl that’s hairy
Like when freddy meets jason these words are scary
All my shit stay tighter than the virgin mary
That shit as sweet as as kush from the neighborhood dealer;
Hide ya bitch, im from pitsburgh ain’t a superbowl champ but imma steel her
She addictin as crack, but I’ll make more dollars when I deal her
She try an run, I gott her hooked so I real her
Rollin shit that’s like a needle to a dope fiend
Mixing in Nyquil with oxycotins and hydrocodenes
Im in the clouds, you on your knees hoping
To get to my level, you must be the next jim carry, I no your jokin
Im the number 1 like chris bosh
You’d think we at a slipknot concert, throwin hands like a mosh
I act badass, and girls know im hard as a rock
I fit into the rap game better than lebrons with high tops
Theres a lot more to life than ya clothes money, swag an jewels
I mind my own business, unlike all these bragging fools
Lifes the big game, the buzzer signals death, an im the ref, flag ya with a penalty you know the rules
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