Now I'm takin' my shroud and I'm
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puttin'
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It on my head, not even a semi-fraud
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More like a demigod in bed-post
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I be hostin' a buck fifty is the rate
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So the shower comes late. They call
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Me get 'em sick 'cause I be fillin'
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'Em wit dick. So I get a dance and a
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Candle 'cause I got handles. When I
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Drop a load in the cock, block this if
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You can. They try 'cause they see
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that
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I'm the mutha fuckin' man.
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Demanding
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The dick, commanding the bitch to do
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my bidding, I'm not kidding when it
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comes
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To rockin' the cradles cat. I don't jock
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Brats. Let's use the synonym of gats
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They play with 22's, I'm like an h-k
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Double M caliber, when I'm in the
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trim
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Stabbin' the guts like a butcher. Put
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Ya in a trance. Watch me hump you.
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I got muscles in my ass so I hump
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fast
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At last the eyes meet mine, within her
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Abyss I see concepts for the rhyme.
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Dimes
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Will be dropped definitely when I see
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You, about how you served the
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hobos the
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Butt like EU, leave you to me in two
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Or three weeks I'll have you whole
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wells
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Fargo cargo. I know fools who be
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sellin'
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It, that's why niggas like me is damn
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near
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Celibate. So the next time she puts
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in an
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Order, even if it's a lick, tell her to bob
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Twice and worship the dick
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I got a rep, ah, like salt 'n' pepa
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'cause
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I'll push definitely my nuts will please
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Like the aborigines, I'm from the
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bush
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From the land down under the
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asshole.
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I mash ho's into potatoes. I love to
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break
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A fake ho and then make her over.
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Shit,
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I'll do Sybill, I'll make the hips swivel
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And swerve. I'm licking every curve
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till
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They're sprung on my tongue. I won't
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Get caught down in the vault 'cause
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my
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Lungs help me catch wreck. Yeah
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baby
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I'm nasty, but I'm not gonna tell you
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what
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I'll do, "cause you'll lose reality, you'll
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Be acting under the age of 2, like
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goo-goo,
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Loo-loo, yes daddy, fuck me honey,
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like
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I owe you money. Gotcha girl, now
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you'll
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Spread the word and tell ya friends
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on
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The low and lady if you try to play me
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Then I'll take your dough. I'll keep the
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Style simple, so I won't lose you,
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ho's.
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I'll bruise you in between the thighs,
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if you're
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Lookin' for the high, I won't be the
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syringe
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For the binge. They want me to hit
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the crack
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Like a dope fiend. It's all good,
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but I hope
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You're clean. 'Cause if you're not
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then you'll rot. Cause ah...Saafir
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won't tell you if
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Your shit smell like shit. From 10
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paces
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Back you'll be worshippin' the dick.
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A true blue collar, when I'm hollerin' a
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Point. They wanna fade blunts,
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so I can
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Play the cunts. I'm like hunts - slow &
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thick
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I'm so raw they've got alters for my
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shit
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And a little incense lit, of course.
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Short on
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Cash, don't trip 'cause Saafir will fuck
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for
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Fits. They make pit stops so I can
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tune-up
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the cock, brakes are free, but rape, it
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Ain't me. Can u dig it? I don't wanna
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serve
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It if the bitch don't wanna give it. I'm
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Like ribbit - leap to the next freak,
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why
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Test the ho, I might get lucky and
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fuck
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Me a bisexual. No discrimination as
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long
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As I'm facin' the guts, and not some
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under
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Cover nigga wit some undercover
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nuts
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Before you bow down to Saafir I
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wanna see if ya
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Shit gotta spill, 'cause if not you'll
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catch a
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Clip - you'll go out.
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Worship The "D"
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Saafir |