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Ho, the only thing you gotta know

My dick touch the ground when I'm sitting on the floor

You think I'm gonna fall off?

I got advice for ya holmes

Fall asleep in your car

In your garage with the engine on

I'm playing ping pong with your bitch jaw

You the type to have a sing-along in Superman drawls

I got a red head ho

I call her Molly Ringwald

She like to take a lot of Molly

And bring Adderall

Sipping white wine 'til the sunset

Before it got dark she already got naked

Necked her for a second

Then she got reckless

Rump shaker, wrecks and FX'd it

Bum stickity bum stickity bum Das EFX'ed it

Left her bum sticky

Fell asleep on the terrace

Me on the beat, that's a hate crime

With black ink, I murder white lines

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What's with all the ho shit?

Your flow's atrocious

The amount of weed I smoke is copious

Eyes red like Soviet

Dog, you're on some bogus shit

These novice poets are not my associates

Ferocious; but the flows inappropriate

But if you approach this they might call encroachment

I'm so bent, oh shit

Got your bitch soakin'

I ain't Clarence Carter

But bitch I be Strokin'

Ho, are you outta your mind?

I tell a bitch like this

"You are not that fine"

I don't give a bitch shit

No, not a dime

But bitch, for you

I ain't even got time

The sunshine in the thunder storm

Catching clouds smelling like the green giant underarm

I can never cop her holmes

I just give her Sutter Homes

Nut all on her butt

Wipe it up, then I send her home

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