check tha joint that makes crabs require cardio pulmonary resuscitation, my voice leaves tracks flamin’ like tha flesh of Satan / my eclectic taste displays an array of information gathered like moss on stones rollin’ / parole impulsive quickly on tha road to get doped up like Lamar Odom, find a chunky butt hoe ‘n’ have her empty my scrotum / mix my XY chromosome status like grenadine, statistically Trojans impede / make sure to roast it if you got beef, I stay spun like rotisseries / emptyin’ gun clips by tha 16 ‘n’ sendin’ kids to meet tha grim reaper, I spit like streetsweepers…
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Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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