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

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

Lamar - Verse 1]
And I'm born my dick in the earth, you can tell me how much am I worth
I'ma die with my heart on my sleeve, many die on their hands and their
And I'm takin' whatever I need, and I'm the government fees
And you're wastin' your time, and I'm my mind on whatever I think
And I think that I'm Richard Pryor priors of 32 fiends
And that means I here 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 my dream, man, I sing what I'm livin' about
And the words that come out of my mouth, they requires a routine
Of being organic granite, then my is granted
To represent the shit that I conceive, and I that I'ma bring
My mind, body, soul and I sold all these records off bein'
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 a song? Your passion for music is never in sync
No secret guided me to the world of unseen
And they me life is a bitch, who gives a shit? You can believe

I'ma the pussy wet (Yep)
keep 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 of me, enemy ghosts don't prosper
Better yet, do die eventually, if I'm at the event you will leave
'Cause you know and I know I go ham even if Muslims is seen
In my I'm near you, but I don't hear you, can you hear this breathe?
Wit' an oxygen mask, and the masses sayin' I'm speakin' for them
And if you can imagine my madness, then you can see where been
And the places the has been, and I swear I been doin' this 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
tanks, you shot blanks, and I shot back, make your duplex bend
What the fuck you think? If I think, then I'm right back where the city sin
What the fuck you Thinkin' I can't write these raps in the Lions' Den
When I hear you lyin', then? It's murder, she wrote, ain't no hope
You go downhill, man, your slope? Get thrown downhill tied to a rope
Told the world to put intervals, man, I swear this the
And they tell me that life is a bitch, who a shit when you know?

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