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folded over like an envelope more voltage cold holdin gold plated i suppose weaving thru traffic like the yuppies on the Titanic i hear a symphony no need to panic blast off to infinity elon is manic fuck off ya facists and ya commies call ya mommies as im rollin thru Chatsworth yall are just cancer roll you like a tractor is that ya final answer black out in vinyl speakin vyle im feelin primal loced out in Chicago fill ya with the hollows from the deadly hallows yall are shallow how bout you swallow these bullets rockin a crop top and mullet grab the trigga and pull it cool it take it easy sleazeball sleazy from the seady underworld the worst iv returned first to curse any hood or nurce who might try to steal my verve what nerve i grab the 38firm and prug you gutta trash suffer that suffer this drive byes with the rubber grippin three cup sippin rippin down the freeway trippin on a juppy slippin gunttin these guppies like a kittin castraite you in Pittsburgh thats busy work going bizurke as i shoot the clerk and jerk out in the benz pop a perkset and buss out the mg4 45 mm my heata spits bullets like a gradma this is a stand off give it up or I'll cut ya fuckin hand off i got the mac ten feelin undisaplined yall suffer from connocent dissonance i want that chetta or ima start killin the innocent in just a green sweater and a blunt instrument sippin my dr. pepper i want blood and ligaments im killin citizens and immigrants im startin a bloody incidence a cruddy low down son of a bitch that me big nick peelin back wigs like just a smidge like a Farmer i got no honor just rath and a gas powered weapon sufferin succatash send these broke dick dogs to heaven usein the mac 11 make ya hands clap as i click clack this tool like a big mac cash app stash box countin up my shamrocks ya fuckin hamhawks smoking bathsalts blacked out wip benzo gripin asphalt grab the dashboard we aint going backwards stupid fuckin bastards killin pastors and rappers i dont give a good god damn fuck suck my dick and nuts oh shucks im the big buck in this clinq what you think this is im in this shit im through with it hawktoo this bitch no shits givin im sinnin all day to my Early grave pave the way im here in 6th gear all day suckah throw the fucka off the bridge I don't give a shit im rich the game is fixed a rigged mid range closed fist i gotta long list of enemies and opponents ya clits throwing fits shits smugy outta focus im a lucky duck im chosen bank busted open like that punks skull ya numbs skulls just fumbled big troubled in china ching chang pang bang this thang let that tool sang till the ding dong day break wake up like a chick monk struck drunk in a dump truck worst snatchin purses from nurces dont get nervous don't get confused what the purpose i refuse to be abused by you fucking kangaroos im out murderin fools in nothing but some chuck tailors and my dungaroos im hear to burry you call my nicky nickles useing crystals gold plated pistols shooting corporate officials grab one and force feed him some dill pickles car bombs and missles step out of your vehicles im so lyrical empirical choke ya with your own umbilical cord stupid whore what are ya doin who ya been screwing im out doing whatever i can like a rat trapped in a trash can trying to escape before the cats show up and its too late to run away im here holding weight got paid fully im straight money bags bully im a batman huddy a slim jim with the jammy slammin mammies and snatchin panys