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the present.
We do hereby declare reality unkempt by the changing standards of dialogue.
Statements, such as, "keep it real", especially when punctuating
a motherfucker and I got a potty mouth
I'm bout whatever man, I'm bout whatever man
I'm with whatever, man I do it, do it better
Man, I fucked your dime and now
your checks up all night,
Catch a slug or chill, bill collectors better respect 'em
Mo Thug, sellin' dubs, pumpin' slugs all up in that rectum check
own things
Then you developing your morals
Huh
Yeah
Can't be surrounded by fake
These niggas'll wanna fuck your baby moms and smile at your face
But
about a broke home
All we care about is bitches we can poke on
Nigga, what's that bullshit that you spoke on?
Better roll on 'fore we split your whole
Imma pop your heart, I'm the bubblegum bitch
Everywhere I go
You try to take control
Babe, you can only wish
To try and talk to this bitch
Call me up
You
home, baby, West Coast boy,
I get more love than Helen of Troy.
Straight outta Stockholm, lap-top rap
American iconoclast, alien boom-bap,
I make
don't remember
Every time my opps see me, they start actin' like Helen Keller
Fell in love with touchin' paper, they see me, I'm doin' better
I don't fuck
Well the answer is right before your eyes
Who do you despise?
Killers who chop you we got to stop you
We gotta stop you pop you partner
Get up outta
the times in which I told you
That I don't want to lease your love
And so I asked you to let me pay it in full
And you said that in and of itself was
is not me
All these hoes wan' chew me up
Like bubblegum because I'm poppy
Said I could come to his
State, when I spin by, nobody shot me
Got a big gun
Your girl is a milf
Thicker than a bowl of grits that’s 100 like Wilt
Pop nutted on yo quilt now you gotta take it back
Oh never mind cause she didn’t
fight
I don't want curb your life run
Run mother fucker better run from me
Back now for the city with the cutlery
Bow down if you never had no love for me
C'mon, let's get
Pop in love
I know you pop-you-lar
Admitted the club
But I just want to toss you up
Before I
Swallow you whole
I need to wash
finna stop
Break 'em off with what I'm saying, Helen Keller when I talk, oh God!
Yeah, I'm steady thanking God for the day
And I ain't moved by what they
all out
Bustas playin' with your papes, better go all out
Tryna see the next day, nigga, go all out
Obstacles in your way, you better go all out
all out
Bustas playin' with your papes, better go all out
Tryna see the next day, nigga, go all out
Obstacles in your way, you better go all out
your bitch wet just by pulling out the Benjamins
You know I be trapping when I pull up in all Polo
spin on a opp Dolo
Get back to the crib, hit it raw
a new sentence in this thesis
If you insist behind these bars
I rhyme so hard break 'em out in the yard
Bring 'em out bring 'em out
So better play your
niggas They show me love on both sides
I got your bitch on my dick, nigga She gave me neck like bow ties
Got hoes, they be tellin' lies Fake niggas always
feel better when the beat's knocking
If you with me better keep watching
If you're not, then change the channel
Lumberjack rap, rocking flannel
Swear I'm
try and tell us
Just put your faith in God and remain zealous
Open up your eyes all you Helen Kellers
I wanna let go
I wanna lay low
Release
villain
No ted talk no higher vision
When the bass drop better feel the rhythm
You a sick bastard need some penicillin
If he hurt kids I'ma fucking kill him
or get up n' take em' out n spit cane wit it
Well the answer is right before your eyes
Who do you despise?
Killers who chop you we got to stop you pop
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