Oops, I did it again gone
I’m off that lyrical vicodin.
Mutha fuck a gimmick I get
How I live coming
Down the middle like Emmitt
I ‘m in to win
So if you got it twisted
Don’t come around me
I ‘m tried of all the petty bullshit
I need a nice pretty young thing
To blow my mind
One Dimensional cat can’t feel
This I’m too real for you
So grab your mother’s hand
And get the fuck out my way
This is for all the so called
Loser and misfits
And misunderstood that is a little weird
Here is a voice for you
Peep it till the Casket
Drops.
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