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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 the pussy wet (Yep)
I'ma 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
I'ma die 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 of 32 fiends
And that means that I here fly higher, 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 words that come out of my mouth, they requires a 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 all these records off bein' myself
And I wish you can do the thing, man, it's easier than a stripper
Or a baby shoestring, you stringing along
And really why you writing a song? Your passion for music is in sync
No secret societies me to the world of unseen
And they tell me life is a bitch, who gives a shit? You can

I'ma the pussy wet (Yep)
I'ma 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
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 is seen
In my rearview I'm near you, but I don't hear you, can you hear breathe?
Wit' an oxygen mask, and the masses keep sayin' I'm for them
And if you can my madness, then you can see where I've been
And the places the has been, and I swear I been doin' this when
You was in pajamas, watchin' B-B-Barney Friends
And you couldn't harm me even with ten, weapons of your choice in
Army tanks, you shot blanks, and I back, make your duplex bend
What the fuck you think? If I don't think, then I'm right back the city sin
What the fuck you 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 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 a shit when you know?

And I see you envy of me-me-me-me-me
prosper, better yet, they do die eventually-ly-ly
'Cause you know and I know that I go ham even if is seen
In my I'm near you...

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

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