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pc (i bet your mom is hot)

keep gettin into it with the captain
who leaves hooks in the back of my head
with bloody napkins
i'm zombierific
rottenly specific
sexually explicit
if i can't be forgiven
the bitch did'nt listen

run for the hills
rot is back with his gun and pills
somethin to fill
the moonshine still
between bk and trill
i got edibles to get an amateur killed
incredibly ill

guess i'm the lucky one
son of a gun
just got passed on when my pops was done
nobody knows me
like a kardashian son
jus won a scratch off
anybody know where i can get smack by the ton
just kidding kids
i'm done with drugs
only cuz i ran out tho
now that's a pun

good morn ny,chi town and vietnam
i remain mean and calm
slick lil dick dancin to el p's songs
literally doin the moonwalk
hidin the trigger in me palm
cuz i seem to have dropped the bomb
bitch it's on
if in 24 hrs this itch is'nt gone
i'm puttin the four fifth to this blonde

i got this syrian bitch who keeps gettin shook and slapped
every time she tells me to quit with the crooked raps
but i'm still outside the dressing room trapped
tryin to figure why i quit cookin crack
while she comes out sayin " does this bomb make me look fat?"

Written by johnrot
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