| Riding with them Damus that’s known to let them hammers pop
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| Hoes with the powder tops, imported straight from Camelot
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| Choppers on the countertop, bible in the kitchen drawer
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| Pray to God these fifty shots hit you 'fore you hit the floor
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| My brains a medicine cabinet, overdosed on ritalin tablets
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| Dropped acid in red cross charity baskets
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| SK to these hipster ass rap faggots, they vag-tastic
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| Mossberg Moss, fully loaded with his shirt off
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| Mini Van Dan, knock the pussy out his skirt off
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| Then I skert off, beeper with the chirp off
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| Stoop kid’s afraid to leave the stoop
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| But you can bet he get them birds off
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| Trade the volkeswag' for the drug
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| to feet up and the re-up
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| Goldust, gold on top of my arm, sipping on Don
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| Got your moms tits tipping on the tip of my jawn
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| Playing volleyball when that molly call
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| Spiking the white, sip, sip, sipping on fours
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| Knitching the Sprite sitting on ice
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| Go-go-gadget dick, don’t get stuck in the dykes
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| Cut off her head and in her twice
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| Buy and selling bitches on Ebay
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| All my bodies underneath the 91 freeway
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| Catch me in the overpass, mankind mask
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| Title belt in the brief case |