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点击复制Ladies and gentlemen,
Wolf Haley,
Domo Gen in this b**ch
I mean the building, we came with planes and two
Taliban kids
Some gasoline, me and
Domo are two talented kids
B**ch, back like my jump on
Jimmy Fallen's ribs
You think
I give a f**k?
Exes get to hackin' at dicks
Then toss salads while you swallow you a gallon of jizz
Man this rap sh*t is borin', this tourin' is tearing me a new asshole
I'm not even enjoyin' the fruits of my labor
That's cause
I'm up 'til four in the morning recording, f**k it
If you think
I'm a dick, b**ch then why don't you, shove it
Up your f**kin' a**,
I mastered this sh*t like
I'm grubbin’
Cuban chain tucked cause you know
I don't like, stuntin'
But since we're on the subject,
I'm good bruh it's, nothin'
Lettuce in my pocket, salty *s need to, catch up
You're full of bologna if you do not think my, bread's up
But let us get this cheese, you musta heard
Rella Never mind, you don't even like sandwiches fella
And I'm still f**kin' hungry, that's probably cause
I'm African
Domo thanks for giving me the gift to wanna rap again
Actually, f**k this,
Adult Swim pays good
Loiter Squad season two, b**ch
I wanna act again
Liftin' up like the collar of
Kanye on College
Dropout To be honest, when
I drop it
I'm knockin' the whole block out
Off the glass, even when it look good
I still box out
B**ch regardless,
I'm the hardest, pullin' all of the stops out
Smellin' like success, leave the room
I bet it linger
Word slinger, oh it's itchin'
I'm fixin' the trigger finger
I don't get respect it's like somebody gotta die tonight
Six in the morn, asthma flared and there's snot in my nose
The needle got me sick, whatever robotussin will get it
I'mma dragon,
I speak Portuguese and
Spanish I drive a wagon, momma said that
I could be anything that
I imagine
I wanna be successful by the age of twenty-one
Cause twenty-three's too late,
I'm done I wool-knitted this purse and *ted this verse
But lucky enough the dick-riders will still go berserk
It's No Idols, ni**a,
I got the game toe-touchin' like it's pigeon-toed
Put the homies on and flip it like reciprocals
Listen yo, quit the *in', white-tinted
I got this sh*t controlled, boy
I be the illest feel it in my soul
For all you know
I'm ultimate soldier type, it's a horror story
Reason you feelin' worried, cause
I'm the poltergeist
I'm the evil thought that's approachin' 'em on the coldest nights
So when they ask me if
I'm 'bout to kill 'em, tell 'em,"Show you're right"
I got my focus right as you could f**kin' see now
Landin’ for my spot, make you forget it like you senile
Document my awesomeness cause
I don't like to freestyle
I like to hit the dougie while she suckin' on my penile
Domo Genesis, what
I tell them b**ches
I'm finished with
Spit the sickest sh*t, don't put them tickets on your
Christmas list
Get a glimpse of this probably make you go out and slit your wrists
Sh*t, watch these *s just spaz on some schizophrenic sh*t
No Idols
Our boy Al, everybody's pal