Yo I twist some bud and Cubans Fill a mug, sit and chug consuming liquor, buzzed While the devil does the jitterbug for humans In the club with a snub, visions of us shooting beelzebubs My own twisted definition of amusement I'm only bitter 'cause I got two kids I love in school And this prescription drug abusing bitch insists she wasn't using But she was She ain't happy with the judge's ruling Crying me a river that could cause this shit to flood in Houston Plus the news been amplifying little subtle movements Like at any minute you could see ballistic SCUDS from Putin Mix enough confusion with the rich who bust in students Screaming the president just built an oven Hitler stuffing Jews in Results in people split believing shit that wasn't proven While we here with the winning numbers on the ticket stub and losing That's why crossing me I hit you with enough hadoukens Let your kidneys rupture so bad you're pissing blood and puking Currently, currency got me in a bind We could be enemies if you bitches tried In the streets you look weak, you should stay inside Better run and hide You don't wanna get in line Whatcha gon' do? Whatcha gon' do? When it's running right through you When it's running right through you What the fuck you gon' do? Whatcha gon' do? When I'm looking right through you Looking right through you Yo I need some closure Life's a bitch, livin' la vida loca Beggin me to eat her chocha but it reeks of fecal odor He's too obscene and vulgar to be my semen donor Slut, I got a gut feeling you'll feel it in you guts like bleeding ulcers Now that my seeds are older I don't keep composure It's a cold world like the genius told ya, maybe even colder Raising hell till it's freezing over and demons toast to Eden's cobras seated next to Jesus eating sweet Ambrosia Used to play the streets with coca, tryna meet a quota 'Cause cash rules everything from dollar bills to Swedish krona I throw a punch that leaves you swole up with a haematoma And the force to lift you like an X-Wing fighter in that scene with Yoda The place that I am from, the people go from clean and sober To rapidly shooting like that bump stock on Steven's shoulder So keep it kosher or I'm attackin' like medieval soldiers on the streets you roam to take the throne and have it reupholstered Currently, currency got me in a bind We could be enemies if you bitches tried In the streets you look weak, you should stay inside Better run and hide You don't wanna get in line Whatcha gon' do? Whatcha gon' do? When it's running right through you When it's running right through you What the fuck you gon' do? Whatcha gon' do? When I'm looking right through you Looking right through you ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ckh4nn5ITg

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