I wanna get the type of riches, to be able to fuck all bitchesFuck em so hard they gonna need stiches
I self heal their gash, and I make her do dishes
I like to smoke blunts of skunk. Come here niggga I got a gram
Bitchy girl? I can make her shush
With a pinch of kush
Fuck a collaboration
I'm Independent, Get me an Emancipation
Every rapper looks at me in fascination
Every one of my tracks are an Elaboration
To take over the the Universe
After "an insane verse"
And put the world inside of a hearse
Cause "I'm a Dreamer"
And "When I'm Gone"
"I make the song Cry", "With Your Song"
And My "Stoned Scriptures"
Are Unbelievable better take some pictures
He'll put the "kush" in the one hitter
Hitting the streets as "Jack The Ripper"
And "You Know" I was "Depressed" Felt like "I've lost myself" "Epidimik" Failed and went straight to hell
Then I started spitting "Fire Flames", Started "Making it" Well
I don't care bout what you speak, I don't need Your Critique, Ya Not Unique
I'll be like me, you'll be like you, I spit for few. That can keep it true
It's like I've lost my sense, Now we just got bills
I see that girl and I still get the chills
It's crazy how, She stole my will
But she gave up me, Like I gave up pills
Man I don't need that bitch, I spit it real
Enough bout her. I'm done with that
Love don't last. That's why I don't stick close to fans
They won't be there when I need em most
When I got troubles I just hit the roach
Rap Messiah I'm the one He Chose
Musical Medicine Yea, I'll be proud to give you a dose
Love it when they say "Oh shit Sean's back on a microphone."
Take a hit of buddha to the dome
Crush up a few methadones
Left for a while, now I'm back
On another fucking track
Get ready mu'fucka it's bout to attack
All you faggots got a yard stick of excuses for your interrigation
I only have a nine millimeter reason for my explaination
Every single bar, leaves you with a mental scar
Thats how I stick with you with every single word and verb
Like fucking a bitch when she's squeezing a turd
It was crazy how I "came" into this shit
Like a punching bag with the chronic cause I keep taking a hit
Wanna try us, you can't even be touching this shit
I think it's time for a little bit of business bitch
And if I get locked up tonight
Why I know I'm not coming home tonight
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