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and so many horses
Reason my niggas out here be racing
Skirt skirt skirt that’s the car tho
I pull up and jack yo fucking life like grand theft auto
All my

apologies for what I'm about to do

I'm America's worst nightmare
I'm young, black
And holdin' my nuts like "Chyeah!"
Y'all was in the pub, having a light

racing, dawg
All this codeine help my numbness
G6 Molly and I'm taking off
Honestly, I don't do the loving
I'm stiff on hoes, but I like you, shawty

Grow More Pot

Jello Biafra

I Blow Minds for a Living

stood in the dirt as the bulldozers charged them and stopped right at their toes. Or people waved clubs at them, charged them with logging trucks,

Yeah
Huh Huh Huh
Woo

Life moves fast so I never drag
And I’m racing to the bag so I got to snag
No I can’t wait ‘til we all on and popping tags
We

extra cheese, and I am what I eat

I got Gameboy, Xbox, Play Station, Grand Theft Auto, Ever Quest, Final Fantasy, but I go no life

I got CNN, Fox News,

the basics, cruisin' round the mountain cliffs
Told me I be racing (Told me every single time)
Might have blown my engine, bitch, you blew my engine
Akina with

Predator, rappender Avenger
Werd' vom Rothschildkreis beschtüzt, als wär ich Captain America
Louis-Sweater waisted Burberry-Vintage-Jeans
Uzis, Hecklars

according to the sources
Somewhere in America some folks burning crosses (O kkk kay)
No grind no shine no blind no bliss
A lion is a cat does that make him

Differently than the mothafuckin' whole litany
Of inconsistency, vocals sittin' miserably
Auto-tuned liberally, still it's soundin' wiggly
That ain't really how

the house I'ma scrape up (scrape up)
Crazy all the sins committed for this paper (paper)
America the land built on slave labor (labor)
Cheat and steal from

the house I'ma scrape up (scrape up)
Crazy all the sins committed for this paper (paper)
America the land built on slave labor (labor)
Cheat and steal from

on stage without sympathy
African don't play I am repressive
Adp  From Africa To America To building a dream in a racing car without Breaks 
Speeding for

the vibe, it's contagious ('Tagious)
This is Joy Ruckus, we made it (Made it)
Building my team full of Asians (Asians)
Pass on the mic 'cause we racing (Aye)

like Odell I'm whack
Crazy girls call em a cab
Texting em back real fast
You know they like it like that

They said I wouldn't make it
Auto tune ya I

to blow this whole thing
I'm on auto tune
Baby no I don't sing
Different type of steppin I don't move like y'all
You'll see me level up
And I won't have

on vient pimenter ce rap français
Une rentrée dans l'club en Premier League
Le physio nous valide, la go elle veut CNB

Frappe les rappeurs jusqu'au

On the freeway, chopped up in that E-lane
Fully switch got Auto-Tune, I call it T-Pain
Three chains straight from Hutch, yours from eBay
Reach for this chain,