Sittin' first class, feelin' like shit though
Starin' out the window with the mind of a schizo
Thinkin' if I jump, will I feel it when I hit the ground?
Fuck that, I want the crown off anybody's head
I wouldn't care if everybody's dead
It's why I keep the plum shotty layin' in the bed
Have a fuckin' sleepover with my weapons
My Rambo knife is eatin' nuggets with my Smith & Wesson
Shit I made this out of nothin'
Damn, these ladies love me out in London
? served the granulated onion
My mind is locked in a contaminated dungeon
Dog, what the fuck is with your mother
She got one leg longer than the other
One eye through the shutter
Make a transition from weed to butter, like spring to summer
I nearly lost my mind
Older mothafucka got his time, time, time
Time, time
I nearly lost my brain
Dealin' with this mothafuckin' pain, so bad
So bad, I'm so glad
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