if your flows sick, mines str8 animic
wit diabeties catchin seizures
yeah dawg;
i'm gettin sick of this life and shit i gotta sit through
thats why i wanna pack pistols
and aim at anyone who think they got issues
why you think every powerful country pack missles
cuz everybody got a fuckin shit list dude
can't nobody trust theyself much less the world
yet hoes keep lookin for love inside boys and girls
u just toys wit curls; pupics who act stupid in public
explains why ya local pub gits a bunch of love which
puts the money in the pockets, of a bunch of hoodwinks
who NOW got more reasons not to stop it
but i stay set in my ways from century to century
still raised like slaves till we pick our graves in cemetenturies
someone please come clens my mental steez
help brain wash me; lead me to believe
that this is the road best traveled to universal peace

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now all i need is the beat

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