keep ya mouth shut before you end up without much / I’m loud as fuck before I snatch chains, ya shoulda kept it tucked ‘n’ ruckus rousin’ is what I’m about with 40 bottles smashin’ ‘n’ 40 caliber gun bouts, walkin’ around in big trousers / Blunted Souls with coupon vouchers stolen, wildin’ out like neo-Nazi socialists usurpin’ Poland once ‘n’ over again / it’s tha most potent vocalist Science, hella noble, local to Ayn Rand McNally globe toted on my back / Glock’s in my fannypack loaded with extra clips, tha verbose ephedra shit / I know girls who blow so much I refer to them as headonists/ nah really, what tha fuck is rockabilly?
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Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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