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I drop the top I smoke pot

On the block yo bitch on my cock

Shootin up the block with my glock

I don't stop, I can't knock

These other niggas 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 you can't fight

My might but it's winter so I miss the sunlight

It'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 money than Bill Gates needs

And just lookin’ at a bitch’ll make ‘em drop to their knees

 

Stop all that bullshit news on the TV

Fuck 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 motherfuckers 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 bullshit imperialism

But in our world of materialism

People live and die and no one gives a shit

Wake up or you’re doomed to be part of it