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I curse the gods as i slam my fist down, i m cool with ryan phillippe Picasso, i go on shopping sprees and don t worry bout the prices
and i am the precisest and my piece of mind is priceless
Your jesus piece is christ-less and you tell me that you re righteous, i break hearts like promises Nacho, every woman wants to sleep with a narcassist
your jesus piece is christ-less and you tell me that you re righteous
The bouncer ain t frisking me, my african s the nicest even though she smell like spices, i ve seen badder bitches than you on my sister s team
i cut throats like guillotines
And i am the precisest and my piece of mind is priceless, i m cool with ryan phillippe For, fried to a fricassee
Look at me now bitch, you must be kidding me the, now bow down and kiss the ring
every woman wants to sleep with a narcassist
the bouncer ain t frisking me
i look like this town
I ve seen badder bitches than you on my sister s team, i m cool with ryan phillippe
I promise this, i m sweeney todd, i curse the gods as i slam my fist down
I promise this, i go on shopping sprees and don t worry bout the prices Nacho, i m having orgies in the name of dionysus
Your jesus piece is christ-less and you tell me that you re righteous, for the glory, heard hip hop s in a crisis and i feel that i m the nicest
i go on shopping sprees and don t worry bout the prices
Blew up to smithereens and moved to the philippines, i promise this
The bouncer ain t frisking me, blew up to smithereens and moved to the philippines
Find your man in the heap of the carcasses, now bow down and kiss the ring
for the glory
I go on shopping sprees and don t worry bout the prices, go hard like spartacus, your jesus piece is christ-less and you tell me that you re righteous
for the glory
I m cool with ryan phillippe, i promise this
I m cool with ryan phillippe, go hard like spartacus, i m sweeney todd
i m sweeney todd
like if one more bitch says i look like chris brown
Your jesus piece is christ-less and you tell me that you re righteous, now bow down and kiss the ring
For the glory, the bouncer ain t frisking me
You must be kidding me, my african s the nicest even though she smell like spices
i m sweeney todd
I m sweeney todd, i m sweeney todd
I ve seen badder bitches than you on my sister s team, your jesus piece is christ-less and you tell me that you re righteous
Like if one more bitch says i look like chris brown, like if one more bitch says i look like chris brown
For the glory, heard hip hop s in a crisis and i feel that i m the nicest, fuck who ain t feeling me
For the glory, for the glory, blew up to smithereens and moved to the philippines
Fried to a fricassee, every woman wants to sleep with a narcassist, look at me now bitch
you must be kidding me
Your jesus piece is christ-less and you tell me that you re righteous, i cut throats like guillotines