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I left my daddy round '97, he was lazy Couldn't hit the grind but making babies I'm crazy Smoking bouquet, cop it from my niggas pushing daisies Like a romance, push a nigga buttons like a program I been on the Jäger for a dayger, watch me slow dance Tough as Conan this the art of barbarian I got four white girls all Aryan I wonder what their daddy think! Fuck 'em, it's a revolution Fuck it, fuck 'em, take a break, let 'em fuck each other I ain't your everyday normal brother, porno lover She save insurin' by the low and guzzle, what is muscle? And I'm finessing like I'm Timmy Duncan, win you something When you saw him macking this scatter rapping no passing my blunt Don't you put me on freshman covers. I'm posing with lunch Think they worthy of presence presently passing 'em up No competing with bleachers jogging. I'm running a muck Sweet Jesus, I fuck around and need a street sweeper. Got the bodies on the ..., follow me the cult is back Sippin' on that cognac and that Jim Jones Watching movies like damn that Vince Vaughn is a funny cat Fred Claus and the Kelly up in your closet Belly full of smog and ciggys just make me nauseous Wonder how the fuck you let a nigga make you cautious But you jamming out to fucking Marilyn and Ozzy shit Ponzi scheme selling everybody dreams Kill it like your neighbour, I'm as nice everybody seems Letras de cancionesWe just breaking bad and my brother serving Walter White I hope he ain't caught with that possession like a poltergeist Mamma, where the Priests at? Why we gotta lease that? Why we can't own that? All these fat loaners Ain't no forewarning came bombing and I'm just Vietnam If you gon' be trippin' like a bitch, you should be a mom, see the son From Letras Mania