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This is a disgrace before God Almighty It stinks in the nostril of God What if Allen Iverson was Chinese riding on a Harley And danced with Sway Compton and Sharley? Me and A$ton throwing chopper parties Come through the court room with three lawyers The snub nose look like Verne Troyer Burn books to slander their name Got one hand in the game The other hand in the cane, I struggle with fame Raw dope pump through my veins Pumping my brakes before your father getting dumped in the lake Missing, found never, brown leather jacket player Take a bitch and decapitate her black potatoes Silence the missile Little bit of drugs in the tissue You are not official Damn, I gotta take a piss (Damn, I sawed my dick way through) (Shout out Michael McDonald) (If God would call me!!!!) Found like Michael McDonald I'm Gone With the Wind Letras de cancionesHopped out the coffin' to parallel parking the Benz Maraschino is the color within Can't tell a paint job from my skin Walked in and left my nuts on her chin She offered her friend, jacked off got my palm full of sins At church use the same hand to dump the offering in Lord forgive me but it's nothing when they know you're the man Got me feelin' like the Great Bambino Can't pickle the beast, this industry weak Signed a deal for a mill don't make you run in these streets My nerve is bad and my killers 'bout to kill you for cheap Stick to the beats cause bodies dropped if I'm feelin' this beat Silly rabbit, switch rims to joint static Got that Ali magic Realest since Big Pun you lookin' at it (It is well with my soul) (Get, get, gettin' closer to God!) From Letras Mania