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Think I can see a fucking
About to my maker
Brought a double cup of
Some Soda for the flavor uncontrollable
With some psychopathic
Lonely as neighbors with the bitches, he got special needs
Word to my denim fiends, I'm on ecstasy
My from the nature, need an acre for my recipe
They got my soul, but I let them take the rest of me
My melody, a little like Kenny G's, it's
And my denim tailored, me and Action
I'll be fucking with the fader, sipping eraser
Actually, we for the fuck of it
money from you, gonna smack you out in public
We the republican government, abundance of
Having to fuck a bitch
You're Banana Republic fit, go suck a
And your looking like Cousin Itt, the ugliest

I said it must be the drugs that got us crazy shit
Groupie bitches wild enough to a baby's dick
Cadillacs is gettin' whipped a eighty fifth
Just for that sizzle, in case of drizzle

I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking shit
Looking up into the clouds the angels sit
They looking down, keeping 'til I'm dead
So how'd I get red dot on my head?

Yo, I don't perform unless the money's in my first
After take my people out for octopus
We all a dedication to the fandom
Hold your hand out for nothing if you claim to be my man,
You see me peeling off a whip like your mother strip
Blow the dice, roll shits, hit another trip
Shit, I'm on shit
Hand's fucking hotter than a in the six in the summertime
I'm only rhyming for this son of mine
And so my daughter can be a lawyer and reap the
We ate the tuna, it's suede puma, my look is Jay
Dawggie cause some of us just age
I'm still twisted, rocking lizards a strange river
Forbidden jungle in the joint paper, shaver
Check the bio, I fixed the between Kentucky and Miami of Ohio
I wild

I said it be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit
Groupie bitches enough to suck a baby's dick
is gettin' whipped a hundred eighty fifth
Just for that sizzle, in case of drizzle

I said it must be the drugs that got us crazy shit
up into the clouds where the angels sit
They looking down, keeping watch I'm dead
So how'd I get this red dot on my

Bitch I'm nodding off, I'm hot as sauce
And giving y'all a bit of this ambiance
I was a minor, chasing after
None of my friends were fake, but of
My designer
Went from posted on stoops to smoking on
I came from that basement now at this view
this money, blowing it all
Fuck what you did, just show me

Yo I'm a 635, dip or fly
Leather to the foot, horses I lead them to the
If you locked, then the chisel in the book
I see a lion in the mirror when I
Look, I lose money but I make it
I keep it true and ain't no faking that
I get a fade and I fade to black
Bet on the Razorbacks, I hold the multi-colored gat

I said it be the drugs
I said it be the drugs
I it must be the drugs
I said it must be the
I said it must be the
I said it be the drugs
I said it be the drugs
I said it must be the
I said it must be the

You was Mac with the cheesy raps
Who the fuck is Mac
This name say "crack trap nigga
Slash cap peeler, back with a stripper
Ass thicker than a wrap snicker
Too fat to zippers"
And half is what I'll do to Mac
Now my minds track figured
A nigga who his yak richer than elixer
Taps slicker than tiller
Goes around the room his cats get finna
Oh you Mac
The fact's in the snapped picture
My man Jack over Google like Jack the Ripper
Yoohoo, I'm finna murder this bitch
Get pumped like a flat to become a flat fixture
A rap figure to look like you hacked
I'll you Beastie Boy
You can't match your with that wigger
I'd rather attack Tigger or Triller
He got fillers for a album
If he had on an ad-sticker
Wouldn't go cat where I'm from
Malcolm, I the thoughts off your balcony
King, you're from a home of bones
Not quite the one I've known
You look like, before you in flows
You were struckin' blows, bloody nose for your row
In the gettin' yo money stole
You're a bully's Day Ever
With those Nike's on your
Coming through Blue Park
I'm rob this chump
On a party on Ave like he Donald Trump
Nigga me that shit
I you better when you was Easy Mac
With the raps
Who the fuck is Mac