slicing lardo, livin large,
i got no problem man sellin' hard
mama never told me
not to throw stones, god
oh, i was killa in a past life
came out so raw, put a baby
in the midwife, class strife
i'm looking into living right
before bed every night
grip the tech and set
my machinations into light
to my foes a hundred blows
i'm taking all their pastries
pies on my windowsill
my kitchen is a bakery
a quiet day baling hay is
all a city boy can dream of
feels like i'm on vacation
when i'm balancing the beam up
haters want lucci
they say they wanna team up,
all i give them is the k, don't scheme up
unless you ready for the spray,
the last thing you'll ever say
no, not the barrel, you a funny bitch
faggot like alice carroll, farewell
to all my thoroughbreds, stay feral.
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