Who knows what the
Yup you got a lot a
Your a show without a channel
She all that i can handle
I'm a pro your a minor,
To burn my kingdom, you must use fire
Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one
Influences are a dime a dozen
A boy taken for a goon
7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune
Hit a bitch, gain a stitch
This a roaster, bitch
Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done
A church hymnal planning a pandemonium
Finished mean done, and done mean dead
Just a warning not a threat
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