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(Should be at high 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 the pussy wet
I'ma the pussy wet
My dick hard, her wet

[Kendrick - Verse 1]
And I'm with my dick in the earth, you can tell me how much am I worth
I'ma die with my 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 your time, and I'm speakin' my mind on whatever I think
And I think that I'm Pryor with 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 livin' my dream, man, I sing I'm livin' about
And the words that come out of my mouth, requires a random routine
Of being organic granite, my access is granted
To represent the shit that I conceive, and I guarantee 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 is never in sync
No secret societies guided me to the world of
And they tell me is a bitch, who gives a shit? You can believe

I'ma keep the wet (Yep)
I'ma keep the wet (Yep)
My-my dick hard, her wet
keep the pussy 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 Lamar - 2]
And I see that you of me, enemy ghosts don't prosper
Better yet, they do die eventually, if I'm at the event you leave
'Cause you and I know that I go ham even if Muslims is seen
In my rearview I'm you, but I don't hear 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 doin' this when
You was in pajamas, watchin' B-B-Barney Friends
And you couldn't harm me even with ten, weapons of choice ridin' in
Army tanks, you shot blanks, and I back, make your duplex bend
What the fuck you think? If I don't think, I'm right back where the city sin
What the 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 slope? Get downhill tied to a rope
Told the 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, do die eventually-ly-ly
'Cause you know and I know I go ham even if Muslims 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!)