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godzilla walking, got zilla bumping blue tooth, stomp, on his jaw, if he sell me something too boof, so, mad trigga happy, bitching you a whole goof, nomad nigga, walk around i'm keeping no roof, no name, niggas always blow they self like cobain, no shame, detestable you flexible like lo-mein, go brain, fly away get higher then the low pain, propane, blowing up you slowing up see no fame, bitch i'm busy, to busy to fuck around, hey, hit that stizzy bitch, asking about my pound, nah, might go missin', my mission is to be free, and all you niggas, ain't controlling what i be, that bitch got hiiiigh from drinking my piss, i might flyyyy awaaay, i ain't thinking of kids, yet mom, wet bong ripping, ain't sippin on tech, ac, yack, backwoods, but i got fronto on deck, black pack, sac town sack up in my backpack, black mack, liable to rack back, if i see that hack lack, hit him with that ra ra, right inside his car car, sitting on the tar tar, floating where the stars are, bitch i'm busy, to busy to fuck about, jealous ass kid he, keep trying to block my route, my per-spective affective, at spotting bullshit, you de-fective objective is, let the full clip, dump, like a dookie, he knew me and now he do not, hump on his groupies, they coochies and number two spots, clump my feeling i'm peaking off t-two tabs, thump my ceiling it peeling like it's a new scab, trust none no one hurt me no more, i fuck with em from the rich to the poor, flat earth, all turf f-from pole to pole, don't drink from the tap they tappin' your soul, i work harder than the president, save the elephants, disrespect and imma hit ya set a precedent, listen to me i'm the reverent, my decree will never end, i believe these truths are self evident, heaven sent, all haaaail satan and shit, on the tv see me debating a bitch, as if our moves aren't scripted and writ, by the same mother fuckers own yo dna bits, bitch i'm busy, to busy leading the free world, what about the rest of it?, make it into a sea world!, less of it for fauna, like llamas all the wee squirrels, give it to osama, the bomber at freedom we hurl