yo i cant stop so my money like kevin childs
mini palace, my back yard is 11 miles
im in a jean suit made outta 7 cows
any of u faggoys say my name ull be another dead rapper
bleedin in tha booth smelling like a red snappa
leave like fifty, filled wit nine
cuz i got shotgun tha size of ya spine
i got dimes of dro
and bricks of haze
run up on ya and put a pump in ya waist
GAME OVER
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Jiggle you cant spell
prolly because u are smoking a pole
or ur a fuckin retarded renta cop taht thinks hes always on patrole
playa im leaving u bleeding in a 6 foot hole
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