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[Verse 1: Nasty

Smokin' on that Cali Kush, my boy sells it by the
I'm packin' with the .45 magnum in my belt
lookin' so fine, wish I could've felt
When I drugged the bitch, the I could've melt
I'm feelin' so in the back of my Hummer
Ridin' down a main street, I'm stuntin' a winner
I've been in the for a long time
I feel it's safe to say that DPalm can bust a rhyme
When I write a verse, there ain't no controversy
Look at your bitch, she's fifteen, call statutory
Smokin' on Arabian shit, don't you the good stuff
The smoke hit the back of throat, the shit is rough
Told you suckers, DPalm gonna this investigation
Who's the next bad rapper? on a mutilator
Fry you bitches up in, what is frialator
I worked at fast food, don't fuck with I'm sayin'
I don't wanna be the next on TV
I just wanna be me, about succeeding
Smokin' spliffs and we be hittin' that Mauwie shit
Drinkin 'til we daze-y, knockin' back down of Bacardi

2: Prez]

Parental stickers all over my merchandise
I was gonna put a "Fuck you" in front of my merchants' eyes
Who the fuck is Dana I'm the master of disguise
Get as high as I am right now, and you'll be in the skies
Don't be foolish, that plot's kinda the flick "Mission: Impossible"
Your sayin' shit that got me actin' kinda pausible
(Pause) That's A.K.A. for gay
your own acronym for "Prez is gonna spray"
Best me, I'll do it, my words are the truest
And I will throw some shit that leaves you in your fluids
Young co-signer, please free Weezy
So we can be broadcast live, like TV
I'm new to this league, but like John Wall
We be burnin', Sean Paul, to kill, Steven Seagal
We in, like a robber, hide your toddler
we smash 'em, TVs we grab 'em, don't holler
No problems, we got 'em
Melt your head off in layers, like a human
Orville poppin', & Wes Glockin'
And we treat red lights bed nights, and we ain't stoppin'