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Uh, was smartmouthed and quick-witted
But somethin' was always missin' six digits
seven probably poppa
Little nigga so they picked on him, him
Things when I hassled back, so
hit the pavement with this grapple rap
Snapple you rather wack
I am poppin' like a snappin' crack
So high you see like Tallahass, the opposite of cataracts
Matter fact I am Farmer John milkin' cattle
packed nipple squeezin', boy colder than sniffle season
Simple genius, go hard and bits of semen
So when the street is split, don't act surprised, agree it
The Gang of Wolves and and Crips
Is deep as Creek and shit
I pray they got either that or grab some floaties
I I got skills, why you think I'm posted boastin'
Braggin' tell these faggots to stop
Cause Wolf Gang niggas threw them off the bandwagon like

Uh, was always up as shit with it
But I didn't the line until the bridge hit it, troll
I got you niggas nervous like virgins flirtin' with Uncle
Fuckin' y'all no lubricant, go grab the detergent
I to demons at your church, now I'm the newest sermon
Wearin' nothin' but they fuckin' blast the matchin' turban
I drive through white suburbans in the Suburban swervin'
Hittin' curbs and blastin' Erick Sermon drunk off English
I'm stealin' purses nurses I'm a crooked surgeon
And treat the like sanitized nazi pussies, I'm a German
I'm while I'm masturbatin' and regurgitatin'
From eatin' Miley salad pussy platter they were servin'
My only purpose is to jerk it it has a curve
So bitches hate to do me like it's community service
This my Zombie Circus, you get a fuckin' ticket
Odd Future Wolf Gang like they're Twilight in this bitch

I'm back on my six sick shit
Flowin' like the blood out the competition's slit
She lick it up, Dracula, then spit it back, at ya
She mad as fuck, stuck in the back of a Acura
Fed her now the duct tape quacks back at her
Hello Heather yellow feathers now you laughin', huh

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the
While I fill you up with from the Wolf Gang team and
Flowin' like the creampie of your daughter
Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down a gallon of water
I the saw and sawed of her arm and auctioned it
And dip her teeth in gold and flossed the shit
Fuckin' awesome box of trees, got you niggas
Shakin' like it's from the clitoris of Kelly Clarkson's dick
Ironin' you niggas now it's time to the shit
your bitch in a tub of cum and throw a shark in it
Find a random garage and go to park in it
Find Earl on the burgundy carpet, pull my knife out, sharpen it
Stab him, put a on it, pour unleaded gas on him
Get the Zippo and spark the
Hop back in the van and then the bitch
Killed him on his own track, the shouldn't have started it