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

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

[Kendrick - Verse 1]
And I'm born with my dick in the earth, you can tell me how much am I
I'ma die with my heart on my sleeve, many die on hands and their knees
And I'm whatever I need, and I'm rapin' the government fees
And you're wastin' time, and I'm speakin' my mind on whatever I think
And I think I'm Richard Pryor with priors of 32 fiends
And that means that I here fly higher, me why are you starin' at me?
fact, man, your eyes is wired, you inspired by Kendrick the king
Maybe 'cause I'm livin' my dream, man, I sing what I'm livin' about
And the words come out of my mouth, they requires a random routine
Of being organic granite, then my access is
To the shit that I conceive, and I guarantee that I'ma bring
My mind, body, soul and I sold all records off bein' myself
And I wish you can do the same thing, man, it's easier than a
Or tyin' a baby shoestring, you stringing
And really why you writing a song? Your passion for music is in sync
No secret societies guided me to the world of
And they me life is a bitch, who gives a shit? You can believe

keep the pussy wet (Yep)
I'ma keep the wet (Yep)
My-my 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)

Lamar - 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 event you leave
'Cause you know and I know that I go ham even if is seen
In my rearview I'm near you, but I don't hear you, can you 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 I've been
And the places the Louis has been, and I I been doin' this when
You was in pajamas, B-B-Barney a-and Friends
And you couldn't harm me even ten, weapons of your choice ridin' in
Army tanks, you shot blanks, and I shot back, make 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? murder, she wrote, ain't no hope
You go downhill, man, where's your slope? Get thrown downhill to a rope
the world to put intervals, man, I swear this the Hannibal
And tell me that life is a bitch, who gives a shit when you know?

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