I swear on your momma the drama can pop off manana
move like a cappa donna wrapped in armor turning your brain...
into trashed lasagna
I ride the same dead horse so what I mount and do turns the race
to code red, I got a bold head with girls telling me I'm so fresh
like I need to know facts I know..you ho bag...
I...hand out toe tags to nomads, old heads stay off the gonads
I let my nuts hang like a coat tag...
putting broke glass to where your throat at..
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