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you're called at home mama said come wash the dishes

don't try to act like jesus yu can't share 5loaves with 2 fishes

you've got friends like bitches who sneak in aint fit in lame witches came snitching

im dissin im dissin

i think you're missing you're missing

you got lots of watches but they aint ticking

my rap's so sweet i got you finger-lickin

pls stop bitching stop sleeping stop tripping

im kinging but you not

yo bro said you've gone nut

yo mama's my crush, i know you heading straight to ur dad to go report

saw ya ex-girl in college yu told her to abort

ur child but she did not,cause she thought she was hot,

but that wasn't yours i know your babe was slot

she always told me wassup but i always snubbed her ass cus she was too corrupt

she was really in a cult,where she never locked bold

she always thought she was hotter than the sun,she did fought for fun but that was what took her sun

i think i need an applaud cause if i don't wouldn't have gotten your moms ass on the floor