[Dosed]
I spark when i rhyme
Im dryer then Aswan
Im flier that Clark's mom
You liars the next gone
I'm droppin' these large bombs
To impact your kind
I'm more like Lui Vuitton
With a chin strap and bong
My motto suicide or die
Ima' shoot you right outta the sky
Not with an air to ground missile
But a fake .45
Water guns for drives by's
And Nerfs for Khans guys
Wearing swim trunks to prom night
My minds just not right
I still relax then kick this back at em
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