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talk is cheap but, the peak is the feat

got these motherfuckers on the edge of their seat

cover their head with a sheet, you know im finna be

the worst white rapper on the motherfucking scene

 

now im stressin to be

what im destined to be

coming out the coffin like im tupac but im drippin in bleach

never thought my mind would be so fucked up

every time i hear your rhymes i up chuck

gold on everything i touch

que pasa? not much

i see you, i want some

want molly? i got some

Drink Gin? i got rum

you in? girl let me get that close up

its the weekend baby girl turn up

in the sheets or on the sofa

give it to you all night in no order