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My words resemble death you can call me the undertaker
Ima crazy nigga, I'll snatch ya daughter shoot her then I'll rape her
I'm the type a nigga that will burn ya like a hot tourch
Think I'm playin I'll leave ya body on the front pourch
I like to let all the bullshit fall dead last
And watch the hate fall to the ground like a bad pass
By the way I aint behind ya I'm bout to lap ya ass
They say I'm movin slow, but I'm just thinkin fast
(Yeah) I moved on from the murder parts
Now this is where all the money and the fame starts
Money flowin out my pockets like a waterfall
Dunkin on you bitches, yall can't even ball
But don't be mad at me, it aint my fault
You niggas real weak, getcha wobble on
