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I'm tryna get caked up, you guys is cake Cups. Beats is knockin', bet you thought we went And paid Puff. You softer than Stay Puft, pockets Stay stuffed. Yo, what's the recipe? Whole lotta cock for your mama. Mr. Amarada Llama in pajamas through drive-thru at McDonald's, and order up a number twenty-seven. That ain't on the menu. It should be. That ain't really happen. But it could be. 'Cause when I hit it, ayo, I'm wildin' like It's overdose. Might have to overdose or end up In a comatose. I told the shovel, "Let me Show these hoes," you dig? Uh, what's the juice On the vig? Tryna have several different spots where I can deuce in my crib. Or maybe start a farm with the goose and The pig. Like, "Bitch, shit, go," so I can Get Willy like Lil Miss So. Yo, here we go again. I'm about to rob the whole Every morning I Wake up like I'm the undertaker. Look out my window, it's a hundred acres. Blastin' Uzi's without huntin' papers. Quick to confront and punch my neighbors. But now it's all grows up, become at one With nature. Hold up, but let me piss on This tree. While I'm chillin' in the woods like I missed off the tee. Mr. Mulligan, Manila cuttie, trick up my sleeve. Drop balls on these bitches while I sip on Some tea. Outside my crib, I got gargoyles. I got eggs in my fridge, they all hard-boiled. I wash the body with Brillo pads and shark Oil. I got a flamethrower, that ass charbroiled. I'm tryna get laced up. Diamonds and dollars are pilin' waist up. Kids got it poppin' like bubbly gettin' shaked up. Y'all motherfuckers just straight suck. I'm chillin' while I break blunts. Yo, what ingredients? The greenery, the greenest. We runnin' shit that's effective immediate, you Idiots. Looks like you comin' up short like your Weeniest. Looks like your time is up, dork, now Kick rocks and be obedient. 'Cause when I'm rhymin', I'm colder than Minnesota. In the mid of November or the end of December. Dismember ya like you kicked off of Facebook. Got your shorty like, "It's Face, Look." Sexy son of a bitch, my sentences sick. To get a scent of my dick is cinema Flick. It's sinister, kid, I get it, you resent Him to shit. Yo, why is that? 'Cause my mouth like a.35 and pen is The clip. But those traits you got, homie, they Resemble a bitch. On my dead body, probably dump A couple of pounds. On my mortgage late, probably Dump a couple of pounds. Is that fair? Probably find a lake, jump in And drown. Probably sell a million records after Sunken and Found. Oh, you ain't know Face, dukes? I've been around, just ask kids. Just been a minute, gettin' back in shape like Past years. Now open up the safe and show Where the cash is. And I'ma go and chill And get back to my dad shit.