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Uh, was always smartmouthed and
But somethin' was always missin' like six
Lucky seven probably
Little nigga so picked on him, hassled him
Things changed when I back, so
David hit the pavement with this rap
Snapple fact: you wack
While I am poppin' like a snappin'
So high you could see like Tallahass, the opposite of
Matter fact I am John milkin' cattle tracks
Action 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, with it
The Gang of Wolves and creeps and
Is deep as Creek and shit
I pray they got gills either that or grab some
I know I got skills, why you think I'm posted
Braggin' tell faggots to stop naggin'
Cause them Gang niggas threw them off the bandwagon like

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

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

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the
While I fill you up with semen the Wolf Gang team and
Flowin' like the creampie inside of your
Oughta eat the with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water
I the saw and sawed of her arm and auctioned it
And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the
Fuckin' awesome box of trees, got you niggas
Shakin' like it's Parkinsons from the clitoris of Kelly Clarkson's
Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the
Drown your bitch in a tub of cum and throw a 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 arch on it, unleaded gas on him
Get the and spark the shit
Hop back in the van and then depart the
Killed him on his own track, the faggot shouldn't have it