• I don't know what you take me as Or understand the intelligence that Kmart has Fuckers But, even in my lowest times I still keep coming back with better rhymes And even in my highest points I spark up with em lighters and smoke them joints Flyer than them Conchord's How bout some hardcore? Senior to your softmore Forget about my disrespect, forget about my lies I've been through too much to break down and cry Bitch, imma motherfucking ghoul Notta martian, goblin or a fucking fool My only problem is death Fuck religion, i show no god respect Live without regret Your talking to a corpse without a head or a neck My ex told me to get him so i got em Ripped his fucking tonsils out, curb stomped the fucker then i shot him Some people think i hold grudges, is that a problem? I'd fuck everyone up if i didn't run outta condoms I don't smoke weed I do cocaine I guess that's why black girls wanna fuck me, just sayin' Damn this bitch must be... This wigga lucky... This black chicks getting ready to fuck me Bob Marley blaring Meth heads staring at a child prodigy A new J.B.? Emimen? Probably...

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