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punk Pop the trunk, my goons, high noon, out to lunch The D&G bag? That's where the weed stash Keep cash, breeze past, fuck y'all, eat glass My tank on
Brought me back to reality, my sanity's now insane I be busting for nothing homie, I'm addicted to shots Blame my hood, cause that's just the way it is on my
buck Since a good dick is hard to find I kill that pussy then fuck your mind Bitches like the dick, just claim the fee Forget the salad, just eat my meat
voice in my head say fuck all these niggaz Then i start thinkin', i should rob all these niggaz Man my homies then wan' do whateva i wan' do I say i wan' eat
that eat through the flesh And I never eat you unless the fuckin, meat looks fresh I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lyin, I got a nine in my pocket and
fuck up, though, my family is the whole side of Atlanta Now, how can I say? Okay, let me just put it this way If anyone ever contests my conquest my
beef laying on your kitchen floor Otherwords, I'm off the meat rack, bring the beat back Bring it to extension cords Imma measure my dick, shit I need six inches more Fuck my
Eat, Sleep And Breath And Feed My Kids Would It Fulfill All My Family Needs (C'mon) I Treat The Mic Like The Block Fuck With My Rocks, And Squeeze
tongue in cheek I'd yank my fuckin teeth before id ever bite my tongue I'd slice my gums, get struck by fuckin' lightning twice at once And die and come
with weapons that eat through the flesh And I never eat you unless the fuckin, meat looks fresh I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lyin, I got a nine in my
fuck a stank slut I cut my toes off and step on the receipt before I foot the bill listen garden tool don?t me introduce you to my power tool you know the fucking
. . . Art: Put on a tie! Don: Playing that kind of music and eating meat . . . will never, you'll never be able to see my aura then. Art: I've seen your
my knees in shit, man. Aynsley: Really. Guy From Alabama: There's all kind of shit, now about . . . all smokin' shit . . . [5:00] Massimo: And now,
full court press on my own estate. We used to steal from when dissing when nothing to eat. Now you can catch me and my hand in these smell meats. I'm