| Nick knack, patty wack
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| Give the women snow
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| (Snow, snow, snow)
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| (Snow, snow, snow)
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| (Snow, snow, snow)
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| (Snow, snow, snow)
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| Staring at the shooter
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| Yeah I’m drinking piss
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| Gangsta rapper sniffy sniff
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| Bordering a maniac villain
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| Scraping your rapper’s wrist
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| The morphesis of killing
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| I’m sweaty swinging the vocalist
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| Chocking on the motionless
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| Patty wackin slaying crack
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| Tiny Tim envader Slim
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| Mama said to give it back (give it back)
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| Pissing on a rapper in Gucci loafers assassin
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| Milky blacky black North Face
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| Scuffer scuffing the beat back
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| (Now that was a predicament for your intellect
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| What you saying Snow?
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| You ain’t finished yet)
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| I’m Marcus Garvey when I’m sipping on Baccardi agh
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| I’m Doctor King when I’m trying to fucking sing agh
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| I’m Malcom X when I’m saying I’m up next
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| Munching up a rapper while I’m spitting on his neck
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| He once killed a rapper with his dick
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| I mean a microphone, the metaphor’s a human clone
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| Catch him in the valley on the search for a rare stone
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| Flown to the city with the throne but it’s unknown
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| His only known weapon was the butter
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| Talking with a slang
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| He spoke Greek with a stutter
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| A speech impediment to stain his only irrelevance
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| Cooking up a rapper while he’s cooking up some medicine
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| Theses black hands when cooking a couple grams
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| Thee assassin black villain still cook him in a pan
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| And I promise on my momma in a city where they love me
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| Put your fists up in the air
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| The black boys getting hungry
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| Eat that fucking pussy
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| While I dance up on the moon
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| Sucking on her tits watching my favourite cartoons
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| Playing with the pussy cause I’m gorgeous
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| And the vocals get distorted and I’m crying she aborted
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| Holly silosi poppin molly (molly)
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| Flirting with the Hennessy
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| Murder was the remedy
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| Tucking my trousers in my socks fake Gucci
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| Yeah the black boy remedy
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| She was a pornstar turned photographer
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| Sucking on my Snow balls she’s itching for the fur
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| Imagine a baby killing a baby — pill
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| Popping still slobbing on a penny when you pay me
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| I’m moon walking on the moon agh
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| I’m moon walking on the moon agh
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| I’m moon walking on the moon
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| In this Gucci with a groupie and a bag full of shrooms agh
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| Flirting with the moon because she’s gorgeous
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| And my dick’s fucking enormous
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| Snow Snow Snow Snow
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| (Snow) |