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[Verse 1:] Hello! This is my tattered fedora flow What's the matter? You mad at your horoscope? Nigga switch your sound and quit your whining Matter fact switch your whole feathered persona Fubu is for boobs switch to dolce and gabana Three cheers for perseverance Plan B for my career? Havin verse of the year clearance Tight shit, write shit well and get tracks bought Strike rich type hits, sell em to Black Thought And make a killing a million or more Stealing your ceilings and floors Chillin with? They like to role play and dress as new cops Gotta go coolio we is getting too hot If they had twins she prolly have two pots I gay bash men you like to grab dudes cocks Nah I'm only kidding just me old me An equal opportunity bigot, EOB [Verse 2:] Piece to section eight keep the riff raff pissed Piece to Megan bass with them big ass tits That keep me warm at night your more than tight You're the amplifier jacks in my cordless mic Splish splash I was taking a bath Letras de cancionesMade it a habit to snap emcees and break em in half Don't know what happened to the patience I had He's just a faker and a snake in the grass real talk homie If I'm a liar than Pinocchio isn't You mad this album's full of fire and colloquialisms Rented out the chapel for my bachelor party and sent the choir to a Tokyo prison I'm so cruel From Letras Mania