You wanna sift the rift sew your shit high baller joke yolk chin strap gone away with my gold fiddle
you wanna rack that chap that laps fats from hats got Gods goggle
gonna Google the good things and bury a nation you wanna die give me seventeen rhymes
I make the damnedest rhymes about Courtney's crimes
yeah shit and floss water gonna sell you a Bible or a broke gold bauble gonna find you a genie in a glass neck bottle
and the torture is fine the torture is mine gold torture is fine n and the dark boots glitching like the bitch is bitching
we got old money she gets stoned like she stole money
and I'm a freak of nature I ain't real you wanna do a pill make seventeen mill and change your gods name to dollar bill
I got the frogs with the ladies and the gold Mercedes stowe mowe and Chevy broke got the levy dont ressurect me just dissect and check me
I'm just a Judas Lewis sew this do this rufis toothless ruthless chew less
now I'm back stranded and the dogs are rusty don't try to dust me gust
from one cheek the girls chest is busty so Stowe a ride quick the shit from
Britt got tits for Liz got shits for mims so slow the broke bottle then full throttle ass gold bottle god gone and sesame so open
sesame who's god is blessing me got shit from Wesley flex wanna
flex down try and don't test me so I'm wrong and never long to hate you
dawn got floors of bongs gots lots of songs cant right your wrongs gold fiddle
and bongs so rock it out roll it or roll it up got gods fortune and stuff if
its you i snuff im gonna
dip some snuff i mean
snuff and dip got shots
to lick got globs to brick so eye lie table and snake got love gold with
the rake blast fast got
seven and cake money is fake sold you
a fruit loop I'm a frosted flake I'll kill take celebrate cake and wake for God's sake