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I drop the top I smoke pot on the block yo bitch on my cock shooting up the block with my glock I don't stop I can't knock these other pricks they can't top my lines are so hot like bitches in tube tops grab my tube socks I do rock the mic tonight it feels right u can't fight my might but it's winter so I miss the sunlight it's too chilly fuckin kitties suckin titties get a quickie from a silly bitch named lilly but this Windy city sorta shitty tippy music modern hippys

 

I'm good at chemistry so I get high off now and laters share em with all my friends fuck all the haters don't get invited to my catered green party like Ralph nader I slaughter beats murder lines and kill every single time u fuckers can't hang when I come through with dope rhymes I'm on heroin adderall speed and dank weed and I snort cocain until my fuckin nose bleeds I get more money than bill Gates needs and just look in at a bitch will maker er drop to her knees.

 

Stop all that bullshit news on the tv fuck beck, maddow, drew and oreilly pop pills to wake up pop pills to fall asleep pop pills to dull the mind make the people sheep.

 

Wake up mothafuckas it's time to let loose the gop today ain't like the bull moose the tea party faggots all gasping they bullets hiding in they trailers with their 90's mullets Irs singlin out the poor souls Obama gettin paid to control the poll's the war ain't real it's all for profit nut the government won't tell u cuz they part of it we used to call this bullshit YARO