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I drop the top I smoke pot On the block yo bit** on my coc* Shootin up the

block with my glock I don't stop, I can't knock These other nigg** they can't top

My lines are so hot like bitc** in tube tops Grab my tube socks I do rock The

mic tonight it feels right you can't fight My might but it's winter so I miss the

sunlight It's too chilly gettin fifties fuc***** kitties suckin titt***Get a quicky from

a silly bit** named lilly But this windy city sorta shit** Trippy music modern

hippies I’m good at chemistry so I get high off now and laters Share ‘em with

all my friends and fu** 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 You fuckers can’t hang when I come through with dope rhymes I’m on

heroin, adderall, speed, and dank weed And I snort cocaine until my fuckin’

nose bleeds I got more money than Bill Gates needs And just lookin’ at a

bitch’ll make ‘em drop to their knees Stop all that bull**** news on the TV

F**** Beck, Maddow, Drew and O’Reilly Pop pills to wake up, pop pills to stay

asleep Pop pills to dull the mind, make the people sheep Wake up

mother****** it’s time to let loose The GOP today, ain’t like the Bull Moose

The tea party faggots all graspin’ they bullets Hidin’ in their trailers with their

90’s mullets IRS singlin’ out the poor souls Obama gettin’ paid to control the

polls The war ain’t real, it’s all for a profit But the government won’t tell you cuz

they’re part of it We use to call this bull**** imperialism But in our world of

materialism People live and die and no one gives a shi* Wake up or you’re

doomed to be part of it