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Broke D*ck I'm Looking For A Lord
Okay, to my twelve bar, one um,
The beat it like a Kevlar,
As I smoke my tree medlar african,
Coughing till pains in my f*cking abdomen,
I spit and just like a halogen,
my bridge more of a masculine,
the went,
them all with a javelin,
snakes i'm raddling,
teller's never taddling,
you n*ggers a of squares, Madison,
as far as n*ggers,
b*tch my fathom sick,
on top of talented,
b*tch i'm passionate,
i'm a curse,
me treacherous treasure chest,
better yet build onto the beat like Tetris,
me, forgetfulness,
i am correctioness,
i'll Odd and Future together like a leather vest,
you sweater neck, feather peck, rosseta checks,
put together decks and push for be prepared for less,
I'm out to Sydney, Australia with ted donnelly,
He gets up at security,
the TSA don't me,
tea are the sh*t,
40 by the stones,
I'm for gun rights to shoot a n*gga in his dome,
your fucking heels,
there's no place home,
back and blast off,
on a tombstone,
ain't a b*tch,
That a 12 bar,
tyler up n*gga?
I can't (wolf gang),
(what's man?)
see,
what's with me might be my f*cking tourettes see,
I need a vacation 'cause all sh*t got me stressing,
two after the with Sandeski,
me and Sean Kingston went and a couple jet skis,
Lionel blunts up,
me and Lucas getting f*cked up,
you can smell us coming like a when the hics up,
listening to Commons last and get pumped up,
to ask him,
i can get d*ck sucked,
You Casey Anthony,
was handling,
her kids off,
so she come out and dance with me,
in the pantry,
on my trampoline,
learn new chords,
why you re-sampling,
I am I,
spit retardedly,
as retarded of the sound of people arguing,
you hold the of the kid your daughter's gargling,
me i have the Odd mother f*cking sergeanting,
no im the f*ck now my didn't give one,
that's why i'm like now,
i'm still to cut throat,
and if another fan asks for a photo,
while i'm on my pizza lunchable,
i'm a f*cking like,
Burning you ask right,
then a mental breakdown,
and proceed to use a pipe,
OF will be for,
n*ggas be dumb poor,
believe me,
okay be right back i'm 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 snicker bar in whole foods,
in a hoodie,
bruised and a gold tooth,
hoping the f*cking guard doesn't hold you in custody,
but had a couple of guns with me,
like gay moms,
you other f*ckers can f*ck with me.
(Spanish Dialogue)