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    So I'm guessing there's questions that need adressing, huh?
    Like how we fresh in our adolescence and wrecking 'em
    Hear new tracks, he destined to make a mess of 'em
    Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son
    Lost an erection and found it in an aggressive nun
    Fucking chin-checking punks 'til he's outta breath and done
    No affection, he's doper than cess-sessions son
    Chilling for a while on a pile of the rest of 'em
    Let the crowd choose who can f*cking last longer
    It's the rap monger, rap monster Earl Sweat attack, conquer
    Lose least, niggas lost like the last blanca chica
    That we picked up at the last concert
    Please, get out ya seat, get out ya seat,
    Verses written with scalpels
    He's the junior king standing out shouting on the balcony
    How come he's not in counseling?
    F*cka's loud while he's sound asleep
    Heard he was dope as Sour D. Nigga was Courage cowardly?
    State Gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's Alpha Team
    Mr. Teen and Mr. T with a mouth full of powder
    And a nose full of chowder,
    He's chopping up all the doubters see
    Now watch him count the bodies
    Like bitches be counting calories

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    F*ck with the wolves we starting to bark viciously
    Catch us in a pile of bodies where dead bitches be
    Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand
    That Bastard was buzzing like Woody so we get it for free
    Had to duct tape the mother goose the mask was off
    I stumbled down a hill then I had Jill jack me off
    Harder than my dick when Taylor Swift is in my basement
    Cause I've been doing this since
    Pooh f*cked Christopher Robinson
    Wolf Gang knitted on my cotton like some smelly
    Dirty rotten nigga picked it from a cotton gin
    Do not give a f*ck I've got the swagger of a virgin's dick
    But if I did it would be bigger than Earl's upper lip
    Sip sizzurp, Supreme on my shizzirt
    I munch a bunch of tacos with Waverly's favorite wizard
    The favorite nigga turned into Freddy Kruger
    And this that raw shit, dead bodies chopped up in the sewer
    From the palms of Jeffrey Dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks
    Beat like the brown lip balm that was made for Rihanna
    All you fucking blogging faggots yapping up that extra shit
    I'll shove Bastard down your throat, regurgitate my excrement
    Them 2DopeBoyz is fairies they're Peter like boysenberries
    Meet the scary, turn his white ass to a Jim Carrey twin
    A fucking sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then
    2DopeBoyz don't want beef, they're just overweight vegitarians

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    Composición: Tyler y The Creator

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