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

a bitch, life's a bitch
But I'ma the pussy wet (Yep)
keep the pussy wet (Yep)
I'ma keep the wet
I'ma 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 with my heart on my sleeve, many die on their and their knees
And I'm takin' 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 Richard Pryor priors of 32 fiends
And that means that I here fly higher, tell me why are you at me?
Matta fact, man, your is wired, you inspired by Kendrick the king
it's '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, my access is granted
To represent the shit that I conceive, and I 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, easier than a stripper
Or tyin' a baby shoestring, you along
And really why you writing a 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 You can believe

keep the pussy wet (Yep)
I'ma the pussy wet (Yep)
My-my dick hard, her wet
I'ma 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 envy of me, enemy don't prosper
Better yet, they do die eventually, if I'm at the event you will
'Cause you and I know that I go ham even if Muslims is seen
In my rearview I'm near you, but I don't hear you, can you hear breathe?
an oxygen mask, and the masses 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 I been doin' this when
You was in pajamas, B-B-Barney a-and Friends
And you couldn't harm me even with ten, weapons of your choice 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
What the fuck you drink? Thinkin' I can't these raps in the Lions' Den
When I hear that you lyin', It's murder, she wrote, ain't no hope
You go downhill, man, where's slope? Get thrown downhill tied to a rope
Told the world to put intervals, man, I swear this the
And they tell me life is a bitch, who gives a shit when you know?

And I see that you envy of
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!)

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