[Verse 1] A great hooks what you need to lure the bitches to ya Then to have em fuck you serve em some Kahlua With a solution of roofalin then theyll be down Literally down, theyll be knocked out on the fucking ground And fucked up in a coma cause you overdosed her So instead of bringing her in, you rotisserie roast her Toast her in a toaster serve her with some bread Even when shes dead shes still providing you head You get it? You cannibal, youre a fucking animal You need to be trapped in a cage its understandable Why do I act this way? Who fucking knows Maybe because every other rapper out there fucking blows Who cant even rhyme without blow in their nose While my flows colder than going skinny dipping when it snows I can freeze Iceman he aint got shit on me I rhyme frequently, its a tendency When I leave everybody will remember me And remember the name, its Proclivity
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