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(Mary had a little lamb)
That's a fib, she had two twins though
And one crib
Now she's only fourteen, what a start
But this defect is ground
(Mary had a little lamb)
That's a fib, she had two twins though
And one crib
Now she's only fourteen, what a start
But this defect is ground
now, right now, right now)

[Hook Part 2 - Mr. GZus]
When you want to get these riches (right now)
When you want to fuck these bitches (right now)
It's
part of the Ural Mountains. It's crossed by 9 northern
Parallels. Ten fair-sized European states could be placed on its
Territory. Besides indigenous
it's sort of...an addiction,
Magnatized by the mixing
Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you're stuck in
The mic is a drano, volcanoes erupting,
Rhymes
This is my first confession my father its
So hard spilling my heart like gaza strip
So far I'm scarred like its part of my skin
Its carved in by
have slept with more than two girls committing suicide
Look into the mirror memories of monsters grip 
The sink blood rushing out my nostrils 

I'm
featherweight 
Every day I do the same thang 
It's the paid game, to amputate more body parts than gangrene 

Yo this a man's game, it's a shame how niggaz
no revolution gonna come from a blunt 

*singers sing "Put the blunt down, oooh-ooh!" 2X* 

My partner's cousin's uncle got killed by a shooter
writhing in agony, and just then Jack, Jane, and John (not me) walked by. But they didn't recognize him, so they did nothing. They could have saved him, but
Baby there's room in here
Just enough for two in here
Ain't nobody but you and me in here
Yeah, what can we do in here?
What can we do? What can
and smokin Mary Jane

[ VERSE 2: Spice 1 ]
My life is full of sin, too much drama in California
Niggas runnin up on ya to dump and put you in a coma
Or worse,
the Schmooche Cat addiction affection 

To her state and being I had her seeing triple visions 

Blue mountain tops and purple valley 

Wantin' to hang with
And being acting like surprised
When by the end we realize
We go an ego camino
 
Here's my life story and its far from fiction
One part love and two
fly a jet, violent tyrant
Mind bent, dog-drippin, pissin on hydrants
Straight flippin on crews that ain't silent
They come by the two's and get chewed
mundane to make it plain
You're pacified by Mary Jane, but the end is still the same
First up to bat is the man Mondo McCann
And I'ma tell it like it is,
it's sort of...an addiction,
Magnatized by the mixing
Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you're stuck in
The mic is a drano, volcanoes erupting,
Rhymes
make it, I couldn't take it
I tried to square up, it's too hard I couldn't fake it
And now I see why, since I was knee high
I swore to live and die by
it's sort of...an addiction,
Magnatized by the mixing
Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you're stuck in
The mic is a drano, volcanoes erupting,
Rhymes
l'addition, c'est comme une addiction

Plus c'est dégueu, plus ça plait
J'vends du shit et j'fume du bédo
J'en roule un, voisin t'es le P2
Et je blesse
just want to spit man I don't need this grief

[VERSE TWO]

[HOST]
I mean you got Will smith and jada Beck's and posh,
J-low and Ben aflet, 50 and vivica