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

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

[Kendrick Lamar - 1]
And I'm born with my dick in the earth, you can me how much am I worth
I'ma die my heart on my sleeve, many die on their hands and their knees
And I'm takin' whatever I need, and I'm rapin' the fees
And you're your time, and I'm speakin' my mind on whatever I think
And I think that I'm Richard Pryor priors of 32 fiends
And that means that I 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 words that out of my mouth, they requires a random routine
Of being granite, then my access is granted
To represent the shit that I conceive, and I that I'ma bring
My mind, body, and I sold all these records off bein' myself
And I wish you can do the thing, man, it's easier than a stripper
Or tyin' a baby shoestring, you stringing
And really why you a song? Your 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 shit? You can

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

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

And I see that you envy of
Don't prosper, better yet, do die eventually-ly-ly
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!)