Got him locked in my sights, no way he can get to cover
When the bullet kaleidoscope has me seeing a whole mess of colors
I won't harp on u for being a faggot, u were born that way
Some things you just can't altar, boy.. like having ur childhood torn away
So keep the gay shit to urself, ur wish is something I won't embrace
if Wanderlust is directed at me, I'll dispatch his body parts all over tha place
Cannons at the ready... got dat itch in both of my fingers
Trusttt that Apparel have you covered... n' I ain't talkin bout' winter
shit can get messy kid, you should be stressin
If wanderlei a hand on me I'll end his Pride like it was 2007
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