Feign Submission (Interlude)

Any time I pull the hammer, it's usually Glock

It's usually cocked, it's usually for shooting a cops

I'd like to say I'm sober but I'm usually not

Usually at the bar with bitches, they salute me a lot

And they like to argue whether they a groupie or not

Tell me that they intellectual and school me a lot

Listen bitch, I ain't checkin' if you stupid or not

You just barkin' up the wrong tree, move it or stop

I was reading Nabokov, while you was groovin' to pop

I was selling Nickel bags an was a student of Pac

I was watching Kubrick movies, I was shootin' a lot

Had to lie to my mama, wasn't truthful a lot

You was stupid thought a bud deuce-deuce was a lot

And I never thought a whole bottle of goose was a lot

You decide if I'm drunk of that I'm lucid or not

I just know that I'm smarter than you and the proof in the pot

Stupid

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