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Uh, was smartmouthed and quick-witted
But somethin' was always missin' six digits
Lucky seven poppa
Little nigga so they picked on him, him
Things changed I hassled back, so
David hit the pavement with grapple 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 Farmer John milkin' cattle
Action nipple squeezin', boy colder than sniffle season
Simple genius, go hard and spit bits of
So when the street is split, don't act surprised, with it
The of Wolves and creeps and Crips
Is deep as Dawson's Creek and
I pray they got gills that or grab some floaties
I know I got skills, why you I'm posted boastin'
Braggin' tell faggots to stop naggin'
Cause them Wolf niggas threw them off the bandwagon like

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

I'm back on my sixty six sick
Flowin' like the blood out the competition's wrists
She lick it up, Dracula, spit 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 feathers now you laughin', huh

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