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t's too chilly gettin fifties fuckin kitties suckin titties Get a quicky from a silly bitch named lilly But this windy city sorta shitty Trippy music modern hippies I’m good at chemistry so I get high off now and laters Share ‘em with all my friends and 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 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