slipknot
• Written by Anonymous
kill you own mom
shit
slipknot
god
jesus
hell
negative one
No wonder im excited and not calm
I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb
At dinner with hov hoping that
Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad
Platinum and gold, you gots to love that
Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat
I ride with them boys in the middle of the map
Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad
Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that
Way back in 2004, i told ‘em it was a wrap
Hit your block with a glock, blog that
Chat up your lookin off your knee pad
We never tattle, let god handle that
I'm from the number one place on the map
I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that
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