It was one more time for the shot then i was out no doubt about it
What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit
Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game
Grab a glass baby, lemme pour the champagne/
One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,
My bars are harder than ancient artifacts, so sit back and relax
Well baby bot there ain't no question
Says he's looking for the right one
He screamed out for god, but there was no one there.
My coach ain't care, so i ain't care
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