gun in the pants, dolce gabana belt is my holder
my ex files all bitches i fucked an ducked, ur x files scully and mulder
two shots, punch a hole in ya top like a juice box
ten toes down, walk with stripes thats tube sox
when shit hit the fan u the type to hide in fear
fuck all that survival gear, where im from u cant survive a year
quick to talk about des wife, lame nigga poppin shit
bet u married a fat chick too, no wonder u waiting on the apocalypse
ur threats get ignored like random emails, u never killed a man
ya bitch got a food fetish, so it aint the same when her box filled with spam
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