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Ngentot-ngentot sama lo semua
I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack
And at the exact same time
I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that
I'll still be able to break a motha-♥♥♥♥♥♥' table
Over the back of a couple of ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic
I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow?
All I do is drop F-bombs
Feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are having a rough time period, here's a maxi pad
It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
While I'm masterfully constructing this master piece (yeah)
rap that ♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥♥
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