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a shitty fuckin life, don't got nobody else to lean on
i was just a kid, and they still just sent police on
black raches, wit the independent tee on
and the custom jeans, i came to flex on all you peons
demented mind, bendin bitches, like a dented sign
my mental fine, but i struggle with a friend to find
spend my time, tryna write through the indented lines
to skip the line, and spread cancer, like i'm benzidine
i know you pissed, and i get that too
im more confusing, kinda fucky, then some sex taboos
and i'm spinnin blades, you better step back too
i treat ya homie, like a pussy, he a temp tattoo
apply with pressure, my words are corny, kinda clever
but you don't even care, to ask if i been feelin better
im still fresher then the air, and a jacket made of leather
know you love my execution, imma pull up on this lever
more shock-value, then ten bundy
runnin from 12, pack up, with my best buddy
we was just existing, wasn't out to make a difference
but these piggies kept, persistin, bitchin, twistin up the vision
post apocalyptic maniac, i run and snatch ya chain up
rappin since a youngin, momma told me fuck the game up
i was beatin up the bullies, better patch his fuckin face up
he never looked the same, told the fucker get some make up
im collectin all the diamonds, to sell em and build a island
me, my little world, and some weed, enjoy silence
don't worry bout ya 9-5, or the early mornin siren
nothin gonna bother you, to even stretch ya eye lids
me and brothers strapped up, like some tyrants
flow up on this beat, like akuma been invited
i bet these rappers really gettin fuckin frightened,
like they boosie, gettin told off by tyson
i can put the earth upon the palm of my hand
start up a couple fights, and drop some bombs on the gram
i hope that he get tough, cuz he'll get caught in a slam
and i could really fuckin sneak him, while he's calmin his man
damn, i really fucked up this time
catch me in the alley, drinkin cola wit rich wine
i switch rhymes, but bitch i keep up the same flow
i throw around the cash, and earn it up like a game show
she was bouncin on the dick, made her legs begin to shake and lean
no we can not make up, shordy this is not no maybelline
im tryna get the weight up, started poundin only steak and beans
so if they tryna run up, i can cock up and then i make em scream
i smoke the pack and then grind it right out the ziplock
i lived thru the streets, ya life was made of hip hop
and bae was built offa dickin, and watchin tik-tok
how many mortgage payments for that shiny little wrist watch
and don't you get this shit twisted, like it's some dreadlocks
i wish just one of y'all walk up, bitch you could get got
bitch i'll get thru this game, and straight up the tip top
and ill bag up ya wifey just for some quick top
call cthulu, and sink the city like rapture
and you a fool if you thought these bitches was rappers
i smoke the nibxl, ya energy has been captured
better cry to god, cuz im endin right on ya chapter
i took ya bitch, she made me dinner, and got oriented
had the bitch rub my feet, yea the whore she splendid
one shot from this pistol, and ya story's ended
bitch i slice him from the neck, like im cory kenshin