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[feat. Hodgy Beats] [Verse 1:] Nigga this is my cup, drink the cyanide up Dope as fuck so I would really shoot a group of guys up Deep thought, I'm often lost (Fuck it) put me next to awesome Still can't tell the difference, just like Asians with their eyes shut Butt fuck a couple rocks, in the Wendy's parking lot Barking at the sight of light from my bright sparkling Cock-a-doodle, eatin' toaster strudel at a nude beach in Rome In a black-pink spaghetti strap, made of Roman noodles My bitch is bad, mixed with a thicky ass Get my dicky rocky this will end up in a sticky blast Chrissy Brown, mask on my face, now I'm kicking ass Life's a bitch, fuck college, mommy I am ditching class I rather be happy then fucking forty So fuck the teacher's lecture I'm having Sydney record me For the 2Dope... (They didn't like it) Oh well, let's get XXL to write us a fucking story [Hook: Hodgy] It's sitting right in my lap I see it, scribbled across the lines I read it I'm the fucking poet who knows it, you know it, you bogus Comprehend the language, you scared of war? I'm all anxious, we got the Angus if you want beef Now that's a burger for ya ass nigga (Slice the onions) SongtexteNow that's a burger for ya ass nigga (Put on the cheese) Now that's a burger for ya ass nigga (Where's the barbeque sauce?) Now have that burger eat it fast nigga [Verse 2:] Fucking all, get you some, obviously intended pun Same time it took, Jason Dill to get the stitching done Custom made, one of one, sold out Roxy for some months Ski mask color of a pickle just to perform Sandwitches Started back in fucking London cracker children wanted something They could bump and punch a bunch and fuck a face stumble Now, moshing pits to breaking arms, Zombie Circus not a carn Evil wolfs is on the farm and were all evil harmed? Any sheep creep, quiet tendered sleep Make a peep, fucking body will go missing in a week Roam around the city with her titties like a fucking Greek God, Bastard was the fucking shit, explains why it never leaked I am coming of my age with my Memphis Bleek Shooting from the sky, the only problem is the missing beak (Once I have my wings and my motherfucking chain) Oh that's the black talk you give me, let me down a couple cups of bleach [Hook] [Verse 3:] Free Earl, that's the fucking shit And if you disagree, lick a couple pimple covered clits From some stripping lesbian dikes that fight niggas That like to rap about those dikes that fight niggas Alright, enough with this shit, let's talk business Acquire more currency, disregard bitches Go to Shake house and play Goblin in his kitchen Then force him and his mom to listen to track six then If he doesn't like it I'll just slice his fucking dick and Put it in the cabinet where the fucking cookies and chips is Take a bunch of pictures and post them on my Twitters and Go to Jimmy Fallon like faggot when we perfomin' Then a bunch of Golf Wang niggas start stormin' on the stage In a rage that will scare Zack Rocha Better get ya tanks before this wolf wars over History repeats itself, I'm a O.F. soldier Aus Songtexte Mania