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

Life's a bitch, life's a
But I'ma keep the wet (Yep)
keep the pussy wet (Yep)
I'ma keep the wet
I'ma keep the 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
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 whatever I
And I think that I'm Richard Pryor with priors of 32
And that means 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 livin' my dream, man, I sing what I'm livin'
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 guarantee 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 than a
Or a baby shoestring, you stringing along
And really why you writing a song? Your passion for is never in sync
No societies guided me to the world of unseen
And they tell me life is a bitch, who a shit? You can believe

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

And I see you envy of me-me-me-me-me
Don't prosper, yet, they 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!)