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 He's on drugs again 
My neighbor's yellin', I don't give a fuck again 
And I swear to god if the cops come again 
I'ma open up this door, get to rumblin' 
Start bussin', bussin', bussin', bussin' 
My dick, your mouth, no discussion 
Yeah, it's all happenin' 
I must be imaginin', take a hit, time travelin'. 
Turn up the mothafuckin' volume 
And you a freak, why you hidin' in a costume? 
Let me see them nipples baby 
Don't give it all up, just a little, baby 
I'm just tryna free your mind 
Cause all you see is dollar signs. 
Line crosser, real life flyin' saucer 
Nothin' straight 'bout her but her posture 
Young prodi-gy, I'ma eat lobster 
Pull spanish bitches but I speak nada 
And she got a need to roll the weed all up 
You ain't got a chance when it's me on you 
I'm a mothafuckin' legend, girl 
Get that pussy killed, bitches out in edinboro. 
Turn up the mothafuckin' volume 
And you a freak, why you hidin' in a costume? 
Leave that pussy crippled, baby 
Let me slide right down a little, baby 
Thumbalina, has anybody seen her face? 
She's blinded by the streets. 
 
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