Fine mind, that verse was whackness defined
Tried finding in vain two lines that fuckin' rhymed
If I was lookin' for crack possibly I'd cut cha some slack
must be high as fuck to be writin' something like that
you can't hurt me 'cause I'm on painkillers see
gimme your best shot your kicks gon' hurt your feet
Fuck you bitch you think you're good you can't compete
I do this part time the rest I'm working the streets
This is your job, hobby, weekends your life
Two words, two wrists, one knife let it slide

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