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

Life's a bitch, a bitch
But keep the pussy wet (Yep)
I'ma the pussy wet (Yep)
keep the pussy wet
I'ma keep the 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 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 eyes is wired, you inspired by the king
Maybe it's 'cause I'm livin' my dream, man, I sing I'm livin' about
And the words come out of my mouth, they requires a random routine
Of being granite, then my access is granted
To represent the shit that I conceive, and I guarantee that bring
My mind, body, soul and I sold all 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? Your passion for music is in sync
No secret societies guided me to the of unseen
And tell me life is a bitch, who gives a shit? You can believe

I'ma the pussy wet (Yep)
I'ma keep the wet (Yep)
My-my hard, her pussy 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)

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 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 I've been
And the the Louis 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
Army tanks, you shot blanks, and I shot back, make your duplex
What the fuck you think? If I don't think, then I'm right back the city sin
What the fuck you drink? Thinkin' I can't write 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 this the Hannibal
And they me that life is a bitch, who gives a shit when you know?

And I see you envy of me-me-me-me-me
prosper, better yet, they do die eventually-ly-ly
'Cause you know and I 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!)