the black pope/ verse lacks dope/ and chokes on crack smoke/
I slap hoes/ snatch souls/ whatever makes my cash flow/
I'ma down this kid quick like beer sips/ listen to better lyrics/
making ears flip/ and tears drip/ on this fuckin queer bitch/
if flows were money, then you weren't never near rich/
got courage now, but you will learn to fear this/
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