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Broke dick, I'm looking for a drug lord

Okay, welcome to my twelve bar

Uh, the beat, wears it like a Kevlar

As I smoke my tree, medlar, South African

Coughing 'til there's pains in my fucking abdomen

I spit negative just like a halogen

My breeze more of a fucking masculine

The rascals win, killing them all with a javelin

Snakes I'm just rattling, suit tailors never tattling

You niggas a bunch of squares, Madison

As far as real niggas, bitch nigga, my fathom sick

On top of being talented, bitch, I'm fucking passionate

I'm a golden curse, call me treacherous treasure chest

Better yet, I build onto the beat like Tetris

Remember me? Forgetfulness, I am your correctionist

I stitch Odd and Future together like a leather vest

You fucking sweater neck, feather peck, Rosetta checks

I put together decks and push for beef at PeppaLents

I'm headed out to Sydney, Australia with Tim Donnelly

He gets caught up by security, the TSA don't follow me

Tea parties are the shit, forty mags by the scones

I'm fighting for gun rights to shoot a nigga in his dome

Click your fucking heels, there's no place like home

Cock back and blast off, written on a tombstone

Ain't that a bitch? (That wasn't a twelve bar)

Tyler, what's up, nigga? (I can't count)

Wolf Gang!

Let's see

What's wrong with me? Might be my fucking Tourette's, see

I need a vacation 'cause all this shit got me stressing

So after the showers with Sandusky

Me and Sean Kingston went, rented a couple jet skis

Lionel rolling blunts up, meanwhile me and Lucas getting fucked up

You can smell us coming like a faggot when he hicks up

Listening to Common's last album to get pumped up

To finally ask - when I can get my dick sucked

You know, Casey Anthony was handling

Dropping her kids off so she could come out and dance with me

Wine in the pantry, wrestling on my trampoline

Learned some new chords while you un-creatives were sampling