DA MUNSTA, I'VE COME TO PUNK YA
HOW YOU GON COME AT DA GOD WHEN YA COMMUNICATIONS FUCKED UP
YOU FUCKING STEELERS FAN
I'M LIKE A CEILING FAN
SQUEELING FROM THE CENTRIFICAL SPINNAGE BEFORE I PEEL YA FAM
I'M EATING VEAL AND LAMB
FROM THE REALEST LAND
YOU EAT VANILLA BLAND PASTRIES WHILE YOU CHILL WITH STANS
I'MA KILLA FAM
I SEE YA STOP THE COUPE
I FIRE 6 SHOTS
AND WATCH YA TOP GET ROOFED
KILLA
THE JOEY FLACCO OF THE KEYED SHIT
BOUT TO GO TO WORK BUT FIGURED HELL I'LL GIVE HIM THESE QUICK
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EVERYBODY I KNOW GOT WEED OR GOT POWDER
BUT I AINT GOT EITHER. GOT ALOT OF DEMONS
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