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Well, I do pop pills I keep my tube socks filled And pop the same shit that got Tupac killed Spit game to these hos Like a soap opera episode Then punch a bitch in the nose Until her whole face explodes There's three things I hate: Girls, women, and bitches I'm that vicious to talk up and drop-kick midgets They call me "Boogie Night" A stalker that walks awkward Stick figure with a dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg Coming through the airport sluggish, walking on crutches And hit a pregnant bitch in the stomach with luggage It's like a dream, I can't back out, I black out I'm back out, looking for someone "of" to beat the "crap out" I'm bringing you rap singers Two middle fingers Flip you off in French and translate it in English Then I'm gonna vanish from the face of this planet And come back speaking so much Spanish that Pun can't even understand it Aus Songtexte Mania