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Stack Bundles

Bad News

Stack bundles

Farrock

Desert storm

Stack bun's in the game (bad news)

Far rock in the game (bad news)

Rrs in the game (bad news)

Squad up (bad news)

Stack bun's in the game (bad news)

Far rock in the game (bad news)

Rrs in the game (bad news)

I'm not somethin you use to, the rap boy george is here

Grey slr with the doors in air

Understand when the rock in here

That squad up got the whole game shook like rocking chairs

It's exactly who u thought it would be

American me with two four-fives like a quarter to three

I send chiks across da border to re

Still playin with water tryna stretch it come holla at me

For that scratch I'll peel your potato

I ain't running with the G-unit but I fucks with Yayo

I know you heard about the gorgeous one serving em base

From the land of father Mc and third base

Son I'm taking em back to days of Illmatic

Reebok blacktops when feins was called addicts

Stuck with my bad habbits

Same ol' white tee

Rainbow diamonds I'm Italian icey

Notorious son I'm far from a chump

Let the tech twenty-two play machine gun funk

I'm exactly what the game was missing

These lames is pissin

Me off

You could blame Clue for this one

Way before this rap shit I was wild

On my grind

Sold more purple pills than Em and D12

See him in V-12's

Gettin detailled

While y'all playing with Washington's like Denzel

Know niggas don't really wanna see me do my thing

Old school hair bone

Got the throwback bling

Now y'all calling me the throwback king

I latin the Air one's to match with the throwback kings

See I'm eatin

White tee mustard ketchup stains

Pardon me that's just my chain

Got canaries all over the front

And the rubbies got the virgin looking like it's dat time of the month (Stop playing)

Stop playin you lil cockmouth fuckers

The game is over

Stack bundles (I'm here now)

Farrock America (Desert Storm)