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(This, this, this)
(Should be at high volume)
(Preferably in a residential...)

a bitch, life's a bitch
But keep the pussy wet (Yep)
I'ma keep the wet (Yep)
keep the pussy wet
I'ma the pussy wet
My hard, her pussy wet

[Kendrick Lamar - 1]
And I'm born my dick in the earth, you can tell me how much am I worth
die with my heart on my sleeve, many die on their hands and their knees
And I'm whatever I need, and I'm rapin' the government fees
And you're wastin' your time, and I'm speakin' my mind on I think
And I think that I'm Richard with priors of 32 fiends
And that that I here fly higher, tell me why are you starin' at me?
Matta fact, man, eyes is wired, you inspired by Kendrick the king
Maybe it's 'cause I'm my dream, man, I sing what I'm livin' about
And the that come out of my mouth, they requires a random routine
Of being organic granite, then my access is
To represent the shit that I conceive, and I that I'ma bring
My mind, body, soul and I sold all these off bein' myself
And I wish you can do the same thing, man, it's easier a stripper
Or tyin' a baby shoestring, you stringing
And really why you writing a song? passion for music is never in sync
No secret societies guided me to the of unseen
And they tell me life is a bitch, who gives a You can believe

I'ma the pussy wet (Yep)
I'ma the pussy wet (Yep)
dick hard, her pussy wet
I'ma keep the wet (Yep)

(Hi, ho!) I
(Bye, ho!) I (We-we-went-went)
(Hi, ho!) I
(Bye, ho!) I
(Hi, ho!) I
(Bye, ho!) I
(Bitch-bitch-bitch-bitch-bitch-bitch-bitch-bitch-bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)

[Kendrick - Verse 2]
And I see that you envy of me, ghosts don't prosper
Better yet, they do die eventually, if I'm at the you will leave
'Cause you know and I that I go ham even if Muslims is seen
In my I'm near you, but I don't hear you, can you hear this breathe?
an oxygen mask, and the masses keep sayin' I'm speakin' for them
And if you can imagine my madness, then you can see where I've
And the places the Louis has been, and I swear I been doin' when
You was in pajamas, watchin' B-B-Barney a-and
And you couldn't harm me even with ten, weapons of your choice in
Army tanks, you shot blanks, and I shot back, make your bend
the fuck you think? If I don't think, then I'm right back where the city sin
What the fuck you drink? I can't write these raps in the Lions' Den
When I hear that you lyin', then? It's murder, she wrote, no hope
You go downhill, man, where's your slope? Get downhill tied to a rope
the world to put intervals, man, I swear this the Hannibal
And they tell me that life is a bitch, who gives a when you know?

And I see that you of me-me-me-me-me
Don't prosper, better yet, they do die
you know and I know that I go ham even if Muslims is seen
In my rearview I'm you...

(Hi, ho!)
(Bye, ho!)
(Hi, ho!)
(Bye, ho!)
(Hi, ho!)

(Bye, ho!)
(Hi, ho!)
(Bye, ho!)
(Hi, ho!)
(Hi, ho!)
(Hi, ho!)