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Fat motha fucka cant fit in a seat
I eat humans cause I am what I eat
Suck my dick my cock and my balls
Aim the clip of the beam at your jaw
Ludicrous bitch like who is this snitch
Like a stream you gon twitch, Ohana like stitch
If you fumbling my money your face gon be where my gun and ill
Break a fuckas face if he holdin off on my money
Automatic big black shiny machine gun
Clips kinda giant so it gon hit a fi fum
Fo hoe run back the bullets like a yoyo
Talkin all that smack get you tagged by the toe though
If you trip you gon have to motha fuckin stay down
Eatin up these beats by the motha fuckin plate now
How many fucks I give not one
Ian even have to but I killed him for fun
Need an explanation I don't give a damn, what
Smoking ventilation I don't keep a frown, no
Getting higher, higher fly like Peter Pan, ok
You don't have desire I am not a fan, yeah
Need an explanation I don't give a damn, give a damn
Smoking ventilation I don't keep a frown, keep a frown
Getting higher, higher fly like Peter Pan, Peter pan
You don't have desire I am not a fan, not a fan
I've been through the fucking ringer
Mental chaos hitting triggers
Well go figure luckily I am that nigga
My war fucking up my liver
Few things have changed, but I still leave your ass on delivered
My bliss, my peace, good fam-ily, yes these, my keys, to where, I be
I spent so many hours in a tower built off sweat and pain
Try to keep my peace, distractions came and some maintained
Fat motha fucka cant fit in a seat
I eat humans cause I am what I eat
Suck my dick my cock and my balls
Aim the clip of the beam at your jaw