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

Life's a bitch, a bitch
But I'ma the pussy wet (Yep)
I'ma the pussy wet (Yep)
I'ma keep the 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 am I worth
I'ma die with my heart on my sleeve, many die on their hands and their
And I'm whatever I need, and I'm rapin' the government fees
And you're wastin' your time, and I'm my mind on whatever I think
And I that I'm Richard Pryor with priors of 32 fiends
And that that I here fly higher, tell me why are you starin' at me?
Matta fact, man, your eyes is wired, you inspired by 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 organic granite, then my access is granted
To represent the that I conceive, and I guarantee that I'ma bring
My mind, body, soul and I all these records off bein' myself
And I wish you can do the same thing, man, it's than a stripper
Or tyin' a shoestring, you stringing along
And really why you writing a song? passion for music is never 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 keep the 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 of me, enemy ghosts don't prosper
Better yet, they do die eventually, if I'm at the event you will
'Cause you know and I know 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 I've
And the places the Louis has been, and I swear I been 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, then I'm right back where the 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 thrown downhill tied to a
Told the world to put intervals, man, I this the Hannibal
And they tell me that life is a bitch, who gives a when you know?

And I see that you 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 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!)