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I don’t fuck my **** without my chains on, aye
I don’t fuck my **** without my chains on me
I don’t go nowhere without my thang on, aye
I don’t go nowhere without my thang on me, yeah
I just ran a mile in my red bottoms, aye
Cracked the wifey now she got a red bottom, yeah
Run ya mouth about me I won’t do a damn thang
Yap about my fam I'ma spray you like a weed

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck

Been another minute since I been up in it
Only been a real and independent
mothafucker since the very beginning
Don’t give a fuck about an opinion
never gonna pinion any part of me
Especially with a word or any amount of 'em
Got about a pound of 'em comin' at
'em I’m never gna lеt up and I'm
never gonna let go of thе machine gun
And no I don’t mean the poser with the name Machine Gun
What’s he done besides wanting to be me?
But their never gonna be anything
but nothin' with nothin' to be
Number the beast that disturbing the peace
Been a Yung Crowley since I wrote John Dee
Thelemite illuminated now I may be
hated but forgotten I’ll never be

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Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
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Fuck, fuck, fuck