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

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

[Kendrick Lamar - 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 takin' whatever I need, and I'm the government fees
And you're wastin' your time, and I'm speakin' my mind on I think
And I think that I'm Richard Pryor with of 32 fiends
And that means I here fly higher, tell me why are you starin' at me?
Matta fact, man, your is wired, you inspired by Kendrick the king
Maybe it's 'cause I'm livin' my dream, man, I sing what I'm about
And the words that out of my mouth, they requires a random routine
Of organic granite, then my access is granted
To represent the shit that I conceive, and I guarantee I'ma bring
My mind, body, soul and I sold all these records off myself
And I wish you can do the same thing, man, it's easier a stripper
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

I'ma keep the wet (Yep)
I'ma the pussy 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 envy of me, enemy ghosts don't
Better yet, they do die eventually, if I'm at the 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 hear you, can you hear this breathe?
Wit' an oxygen mask, and the masses keep sayin' I'm speakin' for
And if you can my madness, then you can see where I've been
And the places the Louis has been, and I swear I been doin' 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 back, make your 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
I hear that you lyin', then? It's murder, she wrote, ain't no hope
You go downhill, man, where's your slope? Get thrown downhill 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 shit when you

And I see that you envy of
Don't prosper, better yet, they do die
'Cause you know and I know 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!)