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Allen Knight aka Mag
Our lifestyles aren't the same.. I'm w/ dimes, havin threesomes on drugs
While any pig that Nightsticks looks like she was handcuffed & beaten w/ one
You Puerto Rican's are idiots.. I'm too busy stacking bonds to the ceiling
Only hedge fund you've seen is a jar of change from trimmin lawns on the weekend
& trust, I stay flossin.. my wardrobe's a closet fulla jeans w/ Armani print
Your ward robe's what they'll be callin the hospital gown I'm leaving your body in
You hideous fuck.. don't even front like you got riches from dealing
When your idea of a trap house is a hallway w/ snares to stop bitches from fleeing
Ya girl was feelin Neigh's charm, had her peelin off her frilly lace garter
'Til I saw that snatch housing bubbles that'd crash the entire real estate market
& your sex life's pathetic.. you gotta eat that skeezer's box & say "please"
Jus' to stumble to third base & end up walkin home like the Sox in Game 3
I'll kidnap you for thinkin you had a chance.. make you tap in submission
Tie 'em up & record Mag takin shots to the head worse than Bags in his kitchen
& why you on Chris' dick? We talk all the time, I bet the thought makes you mad
'Cos you been patient, waitin to bend over & take Knux up your ass like a prostate exam
Bitches know my stats're impressive & the way I'm snappin bands is relentless
While Jose Aldo couldn't get his weight up even if he took the match-up w/ Pettis
My shots'll have you garglin blood.. it's funny how them hollows burst lungs
We'll see if Alpaca finisher when I roll his corpse up inside a $20,000 fur rug
You little cock smuggler