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somebody's about to pay the price and get they body put on ice if i cannot locate my rice and beans in five seconds. kicking it with my brethren in a fly recording session is the life of me so let's embibe some trees then just explode on mics. control a cypher. i'm the shit like swollen diapers. that's why i never give myself about these stupid bitches with pubic twitches every single time they see the jacket. you hold me back, bitch. platinum bracelet on my dilz-nick. chill as crap. smoking on that purple shade of magilla gorilla's hat. i might just brew some coffee. i might just do some laundry. i might just screw this blondie i found who says she's from palm beach. i got that swagger on a thousand bucks. loud as fuck. take a power nap and toke a power blunt. ask a crowd what's up. bout to shove the tao right up your butt. how the fuck did you get them to let you play for the powderpuff leagues? i puff much weed and i fuck up beats. asking a slut if she'd let me up in them guts, please. she got them thong panties and she's on xannies. jacket keeps a bong handy for them long damn weeks. do this shit by myself like masturbation. jacket's been raging since making a pact with satan. he said he'd give me limitless power and bitches would cower but now my soul will burn so my demeanor is stern like howard. still a funny son of a cunt. the only thing i give a fuck about is money and blunts. money i want so money i got, now money i get. somebody tell this dummy in front of me i'mthe shit. catch the kid watching "malcolm in the middle". the world needs your new shit like a falcoln needs a fiddle. i'm drinking up this yuengling. i'm swag as fuck. brrrrr-ang thang.
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american fuck,
released February 28, 2014
produced by jacket. old-ass beat
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