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Broke D*ck I'm Looking For A Lord
Okay, welcome to my bar, one um,
The beat wears it a Kevlar,
As I smoke my tree medlar african,
Coughing till pains in my f*cking abdomen,
I negative and just like a halogen,
my bridge more of a masculine,
the went,
killing all with a javelin,
i'm just raddling,
suit never taddling,
you a 'bunch of squares, Madison,
as far as n*ggers,
b*tch n*gger my sick,
on top of talented,
i'm f*cking passionate,
i'm a curse,
call me treacherous chest,
better yet i'll onto the beat like Tetris,
me, forgetfulness,
i am correctioness,
stitch Odd and Future together like a leather vest,
you sweater neck, feather peck, rosseta checks,
i'll put together decks and push for be for less,
I'm heading out to Sydney, with ted donnelly,
He caught up at security,
the TSA follow me,
tea are the sh*t,
40 by the stones,
I'm fighting for gun to shoot a n*gga in his dome,
click fucking heels,
there's no like home,
cock and blast off,
on a tombstone,
ain't a b*tch,
That a 12 bar,
tyler what's up
I can't (wolf gang),
(what's man?)
see,
what's wrong with me might be my f*cking see,
I need a vacation 'cause all sh*t got me stressing,
two after the showers Sandeski,
me and Sean Kingston and rented a couple jet skis,
rolling blunts up,
meanwhile me and Lucas getting up,
you can smell us coming a f*ggot when the hics up,
listening to Commons album and get pumped up,
to ask him,
when i can get sucked,
You know Anthony,
was handling,
dropping her off,
so she could come out and dance me,
in the pantry,
on my trampoline,
learn new chords,
why you re-sampling,
I am I,
flow retardedly,
as retarded of the sound of people arguing,
you the future of the kid your daughter's gargling,
me i the Odd Future mother f*cking sergeanting,
no im the f*ck now my papa didn't one,
that's why i'm like now,
i'm down to cut throat,
and if another fan asks for a photo,
while i'm on my pizza lunchable,
i'm a snap like,
Burning you ask right,
then a mental breakdown,
and proceed to use a pipe,
OF be done for,
n*ggas be dumb poor,
believe me,
okay be back i'm heading to the gun store,
M16 and 16s,
out of nowhere like your kids wet dream,
what' you old news,
all you really need is to f*cking you,
how we are harder than finding a fucking snicker bar in foods,
in a hoodie,
nose and a gold tooth,
hoping the f*cking guard doesn't hold you in custody,
but luckily had a of guns with me,
gay step moms,
none' you other f*ckers can with me.
(Spanish Dialogue)