post-suck-my-cock It's a vanity circus Toting around a fashion side-show False-metal fucking sucks and And you should be hanged by your seventh string
thang Jumpin up outta that Mustang, gonna let these nuts hang Cannibalistic flow snatchin your neck off Grabin a fuckin tech, lettin this bit takin your
vicious written in rhymes times 10 it. To describe how my line's ending. Your fine imprint, scribe through your mind's index. My line chin-checks and
show (yeah) I got the fame, name, plus the dough Between your legs and your chin is a few places my nuts'll go (hoe!) (hah!) I'm stubborn in the worst
like a hypochondriac Please, you wacky emcees cant touch my steez All on my nuts, like I'm a dog and yall fleas Yall ain't reppin' keys unless they for your
