[Intro] Ooh, I sound like Trey Songz, I sound like Michael Jackson [Verse] Yo... Theres levels to this shit, the underground, the better This tracks wetter because I run this spit, wheres my letter? Send her, text messages, she gonna let me hit, car accidents Then I dip, zip your lip, shit, lock it, Maid Marian As I run this hit, Sonic, no contacting him Hit the road with Jack and no insurance Endurance ensuring Ill be exploring more, words are doorhinges This is just practices, Annoying as Oranges Rolls of sticky green, cactuses Cacti I only see right like Left Eye, no Slick Rick Teams demon, drown in seamen, backhand a bitch Give it to her Raw like Deshawns glasses is... Flowing straight out of aqueducts Accurate, your whack as fuck, catching up Like Heinz, your hindsight of us Got shit to stick to the brain Like she swallowed my nut Gobbled it up, spent Thanksgiving thanking her Jacked off sixth sequence, because when I aint recording This virgin is working on the closest thing to sex Until its hurting and Im jerking With my grandmothers Neosporin she got from the market Never stopping until Im cumming a carton... Yucky Act spectacular, but equivalent to a kickflip When the fuck these misfits became so outstanding Cut so quick, blue, Blood Crip, like a set trip Mouth been a lethal weapon, blow your head off Death sentences, Jeffrey Dahmer of grammar Work harder than Karrine knees, please... Fein for the D Jesus, he spits more illness than Martin Sheens penis Leader of the coldest team, and I am just a figure So why shouldnt I end it here... Nigga?
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