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

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

I'm back on my sixty six shit
Flowin' like the blood out the competition's wrists
She lick it up, Dracula, spit it back, back at ya
She mad as fuck, in the back 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 barely leavin' on the back of the boat
While I fill you up with semen from the Wolf Gang and
Flowin' the creampie inside of your daughter
Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down a gallon of water
I grab the saw and of her arm and auctioned it
And dip her teeth in gold molds and the shit
awesome spittin' box of trees, got you niggas
Shakin' like it's Parkinsons from the clitoris of Clarkson's dick
you niggas now it's time to starch the shit
Drown your bitch in a tub of cum and throw a in it
Find a random abandoned garage and go to 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 Zippo and the shit
Hop back in the van and depart the bitch
Killed him on his own track, the faggot shouldn't started it