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Sometimes people ask me why my raps are so fucking offensive and ridiculously bad Well... To be perfectly honest, in my humble opinion, of course without offending anyone who thinks differently from my point of view, but also looking into this matter in a different perspective and without being condemning of one's view and trying to make it objectified, and by considering each and everyone’s valid opinion, I, uh, honestly believe that I completely forgot what the fuck I was going to say Welcome to "THE VIEW FROM HALFWAY DOWN", bitch He think he's coming back Back to drinking whiskey, talking shit and spitting raps Bragging about his swag and dreaming 'bout throwing racks Into the strippers, guess he need another heart attack His life is boring, motherfucker with the Cadillac Recording raps about his health, a hypochondriac A fucking psychopath that doesn’t use the fanny pack The only thing he'd wish is that his songs would not be wack He's fucking haunted 'bout it, look for someone to attack Then use the power of a word and dollar, throwing back When time was not so hard, it's like a fucking soundtrack To life of kid with broken bones and fucking cardiac Arrest, yeah, he knows everything about that There's nothing he could do, that's why he write this almanac This is a story of a scared boy, hope you understand He's a fuck up who only leaves without the coming back Without the coming back... Without the coming back... Yeah, bitch, if you don’t get it it’s my story Fuck peace, when I drop this I will ride foreign Letras de cancionesMy piece bring my clique to victory My peeps, I know they fucking die for me I drink, so what? I shouldn't be sorry You diss me for this? Bitch, I’m not worried Ride with me or I will pop the Glock on ya Yeah, bitch, if you don't get it it's my story Fuck you, it's my story... Fuck you, it’s my story. From Letras Mania