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

Uh, was always fucked up as shit it
But I cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll
I got you niggas nervous like virgins flirtin' with Uncle
Fuckin' with no lubricant, go grab the detergent
I preach to at your church, now I'm the newest sermon
Wearin' nothin' but they fuckin' blast the matchin' turban
I drive white suburbans in the black Suburban swervin'
Hittin' curbs and blastin' Erick Sermon drunk off Bourbon
I'm stealin' purses rapin' nurses I'm a surgeon
And treat the like sanitized nazi pussies, I'm a German
I'm squirtin' I'm masturbatin' and regurgitatin'
From eatin' Miley Cyrus salad pussy they were servin'
My purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve
So bitches to do me like it's convict community service
my Zombie Circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket
Odd Future Wolf Gang like filmin' Twilight in this bitch

I'm back on my six sick shit
Flowin' like the out the competition's slit wrists
She lick it up, Dracula, then it back, back at ya
She mad as fuck, stuck in the of a black Acura
Fed her now the duct tape quacks back at her
Hello Heather yellow now you ain't laughin', huh

Bitch you're breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat
I fill you up with semen from the Wolf Gang team and
Flowin' the creampie inside of your daughter
Oughta eat the bitch salt and wash it down with a gallon of water
I grab the saw and sawed of her arm and it
And dip her teeth in gold and flossed the shit
Fuckin' spittin' box of trees, got you niggas
Shakin' like it's Parkinsons from the of Kelly Clarkson's dick
Ironin' you niggas now it's to starch the shit
Drown your in a tub of cum and throw a shark in it
a random abandoned garage and go to park in it
Find lying on the burgundy carpet, pull my knife out, sharpen it
Stab him, put a arch on it, 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