| Fuck. |
| kill. |
| and prosper
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| Is the gospel of Wonderland, where
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| Street sands, are quick.
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| To suck you down to the abyss
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| With the lure of pure bliss if you kiss the dicks
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| Of the niggas? |
| Never. |
| Nosferatu’s
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| Those witches and warlocks in blue
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| Government gumshoe, keepers of the First Zoo
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| Who?. |
| Me?.
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| I’m the modern day vixen vampire slayer
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| Unauthorized player, in the capitalist contest
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| To see who «Gets Money»
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| No milk and honey, in this land
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| Cause justice has been banned
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| So it’s play dirty or die by the hand
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| That’s holding all the guns
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| Plunged, deep into religion was my first decision
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| To save me and my daughter’s lives, but
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| I can’t thrive off spirit and scripture
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| The picture grew clearer; |
| I made the move to rear her
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| In a life wanting for nothing
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| So I got into this drug thing
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| Not doing, but dealing
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| Sealing fates and, healing struggle gaped, wounds
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| Of the doomed became my mission
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| Izm was just too small time
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| I had to find the best design to
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| Fuck with the massive motherfuckers minds, and pockets
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| So I sold cock hits and, alleyway thigh splits for two bits
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| And, five year old preschool pussy
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| And, once strong now bony backs and stretched out
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| Weary racks of snatch, in other words.
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| . |
| I sold crack
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| Morality was buried deep, beneath the new Jeep
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| Silk sheets and money heaps
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| Still the good mother, I sent my daughter off to
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| Boarding school to keep shit under cover
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| All the while envisioning myself, a champion of ghetto causes
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| Plus his, game I was playing, and winning
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| While sinning, against myself and soul to get the gold
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| I was the Female Don, the Crack Queen
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| To me I seemed unstoppable, my coffers full
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| I went buckwild, wanting more
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| Like the pipe worn whores I began to deplore
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| No time for playing with my coochie
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| Counting my man’s mad lucci
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| While he was up inside some hoochie’s loose piece
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| I signed the checks and, I counted out the cash
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| Wasn’t saving ass for no niggas sent upriver
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| I thought my shit was tight.
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| . |
| til my empire started to quiver
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| Taking every chance, under surveillance, being listened to
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| And watched, like Assata Shakur
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| My place on the top was no more sure
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| Loose lips flipped the script
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| The fantasy trip, swiftly ended
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| It took no time to blend in, with the population prison
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| My jaded vision, busted like a cherry
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| Every, dream I had, now tainted bad
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| I fucked and, I killed, to prosper
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| Upheld each tenant, of the ghastly gospel
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| Shift to a different Wonderland to pay the price for my vice
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| A land of fields to toil in like slaves
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| No lillies in this field just plenty of souls to save
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| Plenty of fat uniformed rats with
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| Below average size cocks that slither
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| Through cell locks, in the night
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| Lactating tits being licked, left and right
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| Plenty of coochie, burning with desire
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| Like black churches in the South
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| Black prayers and pussy on fire
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| Penned up behind barbed wire
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| Me and my fellow female mammals, animals
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| Bitches in cages, bodies racked with hormone rages
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| Minds haunted by our children’s faces
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| They mace us, with promises of rehabilitation slash corruption
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| Place smoking guns in empty hands of, native sisters and sons
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| I joined in this nation’s favorite pasttime
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| On a quest to gets mine
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| Now I’m passing time standing on line
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| In the commissary to buy Maxi-Pads
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| Instead of shopping at Barney’s for Chanel bags
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| Nana who raised me, went to bed a-dazed
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| Via my mistakes, and my daughter hates
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| Me for what I did
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| And I’m FUCKED. |
| and I’m STUCK
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| Doing the Devil’s bid
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| Being locked in a moral corrupt crib
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| Psst. |
| missing my kid. |
| psst. |
| hey girl
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| You wanna get finger fucked tonight?
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| I swear I’ll stick it in and up tight just right
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| Yo sis. |
| I’ve had to kill and shit
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| Just blow my head pretty and I’ll give you a slip
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| ALRIGHT LADIES, LIGHTS OUT! |