Sittin sideways gainst the door
Mud on the floor, hits off the wall,
Now watch as I drift closer n closer
Till we're connected like Moses,
Off that bubonic of course
Costs nothing, that chronic to I brought,
So here I go fo real
Watch the flow kill,
The flow'll hit it where it hurts
With a fair mount of slur,
Hittin the first broad I see in the club
And she like stop spittin its too much,
Blowing the cuban smoke
While the rubins killin my throat
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