The plight of a rapper or whatever
Now im a registed sex offender
I call heads, but i get sex/
11.1.11 is when it all makes sense
So the ones eye has freak don't run
Call me malcolm sex or tyson
Malcolm sex is the devil's minister
See, i like the person that you are
Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,
For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet
Leave the keys with that bitch, jets
And in love with her, lets have sex
Malcolm sex, the next eminem
For the outlawz, here we come
Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense
And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex
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