To set ablaze the Monster's Ball, to remind myself of the first fall.
With ur chips, and Lays, to minute the "thought".
To bank on ur Berry, so here comes the Bill.
So get Ye' fill, are you surprised ur Soul for Real?
The body that bad, but of a dark hue, are you starting to understand ur first clue?
And the fire that's hot, the Hot Boy on top, this the Texas Longhorn.
And to be born, but not again, to be born for a Satanic Plan.
And Ye' thought they were ur man, you then pull out.
Ur memory continues to float, that was the boxing bout.
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