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I can rap ain’t that a gift
That ice be onto my neck and wrist
You the party baby i’m just the guest list
That burden’s on my soul as long i exist
I feel like dying every single time i battle
Cover of the washington post, solbiato apparel
I’m an animal my video on discovery channel
But i man up and face the fucking fact
Cause now you got me hopped up on that
Can’t take me down i get the votes
Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes
Ill be damned if somebody gets in my ass
Yaknowhati’msayin? you need to be on first class
Ya rhymes are just to thin to make me move
A photographic memory, i’m never gonna lose
You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes
Lets get this shit started leave it to me asshole
Got your girl on the tip of my bankroll
Im Chris Pronger beating you to death with a hockey stick
And we ain’t hard to find is the tales that we kick
Ima a potty mouth? oh no im offended
But i got it back right back, yeah yeah my life is splendid
Fuck shit ass asshole gay cocksucking fucker
Motherfucking molesting truck driver
Bitch my mouth is as clean as a whale
But if i get knocked, i ain’t got no bail
Ima get this thru to you
Uh, i’m tryna learn something new
Gotta limit what i say i guess my mout’ is to bad
As the world starves for riches and bitches
You can’t trust anyone, to me they all snitches
Got stitches on my wounds that people have inflicted
Its twisted how this sickness is, it’s like they were gifted
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