pull the gat squeeze that strap please make my day how eastwood say biting bullets might be tastey like white bitches given head to us in the home from roads her husband's riches made through trust on her knees like catholics in pews staying there longer than priest child abuse secret sex, leaking on sheets, tossed up like gangstas throw up sets, and flexible on beats crossed cups, I mean cheers or toast flossed thongs, strings between their asschecks like wedgie from seats peace to reggie matter fact, peace to the hole street. hold up muthah fuker did you mean peace to me ill get your ass twisted up worst than candy cane suckers hanging from a Christmas tree find peace in the hurse find my piece in your women's purse find peace in the grave and stones piled on top a slobber of spit and ladies crying but not going stop her from seeing the ogbyn doc yo, who else can take your daughter to be taught im just saying, but really playing the Field like a steroid chewing cansesco or a leader like david, from waco its a mutha fucking hot potato am i murderah, brah i mean fuk, i murder ah tracks, lauch attacks, sell lyrics like crack tell the truth like a hoe being confronted by my smack on her ass with my hackie hack and nut sack stuff tight like a cigarette pack smoke ryght and i promise a white substance like crack bump this, fuk that muthah fukah like here's jonny im back! which one is he? which personality i like em now I dont ill let em then I wont he can feel, but he cant poke oh fuk, this is ghetto dope. hiland escapes the vine he's a prodigy joe and harris, biden and kamala do they bueler, ferris tear us apart, its their victory scare us, 38, 262 ICU beds now regulated like curfew a little q anf a who is it that exactly pays the cows, nature, somehow the newspapers relate ya, to the world but im getting fuked like tommy working the docks and that gina from the diner, girl a weenah with a chilled winah sipped on like a bong in fine china whats wrong 🤔, didn't think i would climbah shyt, is coming up ryght behind ya define the times, new york empire state of mind a cork popped from the bottle of wine a sport stopped in the middle of a grind now, who the fuk is hard to find?