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Uh, Since niggas is on quarantine, A nigga rapping into some, like, house shoes. Say, hear me gunshot song. I, don't e-I don't even know if we Supposed to be able to do this with our Feet out. Man down. I g-okay. Go? Anywh-okay, I'ma go anyway. Yeah. Saddle up, pour libation in my cup. In the spirit of the living legends, Daz and Kurupt. Fuck a bitch, get a bag in your Life and run it up. Post-corona, I'm gon' be a rap promoter so I Can book them desperate niggas, disrespect them Niggas. Have some empty-ass venues and check them Niggas. I been asked to stop drinking, But I'm no quitter. I'm who's coming to dinner, a professional winner. Slightly retarded, emotionally I'm battered and Bitter. Hoarding gasoline and groceries that'll last Through winter. More importantly, I am biased, Making horrible decisions from where I'm living to Who I'm giving some money and women. Women be claiming I want them, but I ain't Looking for pussy unless it does something special, Making a noise like a Wookiee. Whoop me, you nigga, for lookie-looing. The fuck is you doing? I'm going crazy in quarantine, I don't even feel Human. Fuck. Yeah. Say me shotie seek out pussy them, pussy them. And me fire reach out to nuff of them. Bad man, me roll like the shotta them, shotta Them. Enough copper shower pon all of them. Man down, Tell them people like me killing spree nah done. Say when me pop off and me rock off Them can't run. We chop up any boy just fi fun, say. What the fuck? I repeat, what the fuck? Post-corona, there's no more passing the blunt. We ain't dapping it up, just salute when you See me. People believing everything they seeing on The TV. I just bought six bottles of Henny From the 'Fros to get drunk and sit home On my couch. Thousands and thousands on Postmates, I'm sick of working out. Take the canned cheese, spread it in my mouth. I'm depressed. Uh, what the fuck are you watching? All I think about is breast and how to Get this hot-dog water out my nuts onto your Chest. Fans-only Pornhub Cash App relationships. You could literally point, drag, click, post, and Make a bitch. Yeah, I'm just a serial killer, But I ain't killing nobody. I'm staying up at the center. After the quarantine, I'll be ready and willing. Until then, I'm just smoking and chilling. Smoking and chilling, smoking and chilling. Yeah, say me shotie seek out pussy them, Pussy them. And me fire reach out to nuff Of them. Bad man, me roll like the shotta Them, shotta them. Enough copper shower pon all of Them. Man down, man down. Tell them people like me killing spree nah done. Say when me pop off and me rock off Them can't run. We chop up any boy just fi fun, say, Man down. The Don Gorgon. Make way, bitch, I beg your pardon. Uh, ha, you reach up a lot of London. What's that say? I pray a budgie banton. Ha, the culprits ran away, them long gone. Guitar string broke when I pluck your girl's tongue. I keep the plan to stay working, but something's Gone wrong. They fucked my distribution up to Hong Kong. Bobby Digi shot bust my nigga bang bang. Success, it is a must, we drop a bomb-bomb. Please just remain calm. You see them bad boy them you should refrain From. Tattoo on my arm, one of the main Psalms. Challenged by the fact you got a gay Moms. Look, when it's war, we gotta raise arms. And by exhibits grenades, napalm. Yeah, say me shotie seek out pussy them, Pussy them. And me fire reach out to nuff Of them. Bad man, me roll like the shotta Them, shotta them. Enough copper shower pon all of Them. Man down, man down. Tell them people like me killing spree nah done. Say when me pop off and me rock off Them can't run. We chop up any boy just fi fun, say, Man down.