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I thought I'd probably die in prison
Expensive tastes in women
And had no pot to piss in
Now my kitchen full of dishes
Nose bloody from that sniffin'
Your heroin addiction
Trigger finger itching
Fuck parental supervision
This that murder business
Little Timmy got a semi
I ain't kidding, Hi-yo Kitty
Hit your children with that Smith &...
The bunch of hip-hop necklaces
Hard-headed, never listen
Purple-pink finger-twisting
Teeth glisten like a meth-piss
A hypocritic Christian
The length of no religion
My Santa Claus was missing
Catch you sleeping, then it's Christmas
Motherfucker wish list
My ghetto was ambitious
For my Benjis and my Bentleys
And my inches, now I gets, gets
Amongst all the riches
A diamond ring, designer jeans
Stalking on my biscuit 'til I no longer existing
I wonder if they miss me
As long as I make history
Now my soul is feeling empty
Tell the reaper come and get me