You motherfuckers on my shelf I should back and try to french kiss myself The boy fell in the well and to tell Put my voice in the mix, make the winter I'm the best thing since a fresh loaf of bread Sitting on the bed between a pair of legs I'm sex, flag, ice bag, wipe rag I'm twice the mess but a of the price tag Back stage in a rat But when I bend these bars, everybody get to gas They said it was dead, in that I'ma get revenge, I'ma rap pay Now run and tell the sun I'm turning up the I might on the plane, train, bus or bike You can fuss and fight, but just despite Cause it functions right when I cup mic No feedback, ease back, let the crack But Uncle Sam he wanna see tax the beeswax, no relax Run around the map and tracks You can call me Sean like nothing's I'm the early dawn, I'm the bum My thoughts get drawn on a If your jaw drop you can hum along, come on!
2X] Shotgun, the raw one We the hot sauce on y'alls We don't till it's all done So turn it up till the cops
You get lost in how I is You watching like you stock in my biz You caught that sickness sitting on You'd be off frying up some littler fish I'm a big catch, whoo! Jesus on the trash, keep clean as a fetus Rip the into child size pieces You talk cheap, now you need to get your teeth I don't you or your toy crew Go ahead, aside now, let my noise through Grew and like Kudzu Didn't need a gun to put a in your guts Move over chauffeur, I roll the I got older and badder and Who's the host the monster? Birds fly to Minnesota to land on my shoulders No pressure, it get desperate No effects, just sweat and spit So fresh, make it seem effortless Breath smell like breast milk and Got put on a permanent foot Huh, got flavor than a cookbook So take a look at what you couldn't have If I forgot anything, we'll just put it on the hook,
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You ain't be shit I'm the kept secret can see it If I say it enough, maybe you'll believe it