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Eat.
As I creep, picture every human that I seek
Slabs of human meat Cause my kids gotta eat I lives kinda deep, dark, up in tha cut Where niggas load nines, and barrel-fuck a slut Nigga, what? You ain't even seen me in my prime Eatin' baby brains, baby veins, baby spines I know they be cryin' when I'm cuttin' off the neck I'm peelin' off the skin for some bacon-fried croquettes Baby villain spine, that baby-killin' mind A fifth-pound of gin cause I know I'm doin' time So catch me now before I do my next crime My kids' gotta eat, somebody's baby's on the line, nigga |
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That's fucking sick.
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I laughed at the term "barrel-fuck a slut"
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Rappin like a real niqqa
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Thats what happens when you hang around them......he said in his work everyone is negro |
Hahahaha, where he work? on the street begging for food?
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Huh? What?
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Zing zing zing
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Wakeup call, for mr zagggon.
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