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- Cherchez la femme, fuck her til her toes hurt,
- Break for water and gogurt, she leave with no skirt,
- My neighbors bitch a lot, they KY jealous,
- The ladies cant resist my tractor beam pelvis,
- Modern day elvis, if you listen how they tell it,
- I'll collapse the first world if my hips get overzealous,
- Crash rental cars off a hundred or so bars,
- Crush rabbits in Lenny's oversized paws,
- Great White, kinda similar to Jaws,
- Kinda similar to that Bee Gee we painted on the cross,
- Bitch Im a god, course i look good in a thong,
- I'm always right, even when I'm wrong,
- Cure for Aids, i dont even use it,
- Raw like my papers and Freddy Mercury music,
- My chicks like Fa Mulan,
- Yours resemble Romulans,
- They still get together when they see a common cause,
- My callin cards a pearl necklace and red eye,
- Old school jedi, wife beater stained with red dye,
- Man I aint workin, I'm chillin,
- Posted with my villains sippin somethin thrillin,
- Struggle life and dealin,
- Piss tests make my dick stressed,
- I be going through it, man motherfuck your feelings
- Roman golem told em dont fuck with me,
- Smoke heavy, hit tinder in every city,
- Levitate, heavy shakes, i better date,
- Off a fifth of make, leave marks every day,
- Its immature and its classless,
- But the shaman leave hickeys on all the women he smash with,
- Burn my fuckin body til its ashes,
- The only thing left is a cockring and glasses,
- Want flavor? Stir me into kool aid,
- Or smoke me up like they did pac in my preschool days,
- Its all about the fundamentals,
- get buckets, slay instrumentals, plunder temples,
- Im walking talkin wasted potential,
- Penitential instead of presidential,
- So please, dont get blood up in my crabcakes,
- Ill show you the type of mistakes that a man makes,
- Moonshine, cinnamon sticks, living damned days,
- Bless the blunt, buddha pose,
- Wasnt big enough to deal with my trials so i grew to those,
- Only fuck with stupid hos waitin for Mary Magdalene struggle to find a reason to keep battling,
- Dos equis at mizzles, light February drizzle,
- Reminiscin like remember me smokin artificial?
- Remember when we both dodged state missiles,
- I should be locked up right now, instead im out here banging cripples,
- Man I aint workin, I'm chillin,
- Posted with my villains sippin somethin thrillin,
- Struggle life and dealin,
- Piss tests make my dick stressed,
- I be going through it, man motherfuck your feelings
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