I go to Restaurants in Italy for steak with a lemon seer
And the best run facilities cater me and chefs appear
I pays to see the extra zero added to the number
Cause the rate I keep expensing meals has to be a hundred
Imagine being hungry with no cash to feed your stomach
While I can't believe it's butter cause I gotta lotta cream though
And I'm happily abundant so I'm walkin off ya weak throws
Intense brimming over like a tenth inning homer
I'm a fence swinging starter, you're a bench sitting poser
Feel my chest getting warmer cause my higher calling's stereo
Spit fireballs like Mario and fry you on the radio
Why you wanna play me, ho? I'm not to be meddled with
The iron palmed assailant so they call me the metal fist
So stop with your penmanship unless you want to be evidence
Because I'm bombing this thread to bits and leaving coffins to rest you in
I'm dropping an extra sick ranting for peepin
Because you're sopping in estrogen and your panties are bleedin
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