To Total Recell, to prophecy the "fall".
To tele on the snitch, to switch, and now I'm rich!
Hit Em Up, the Tin Cup, to match the 2pac.
Did that bar knock off ur socks?
And she is ablaze, the flame, her wonderland is hot.
And thas when the sloppy 2nd is eventually stood up.
In love with the barbie, the film that exposed.
And we doin the Mary Jane, please hold on the Blow.
Now I got my flow, to read in between.
To mean mug the slug that's pointed at ur head.
And ur laid to rest, now lie in ur bed.
And thas when I shed off all this weight, this ain't Ted.
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