[Verse: Wiki]
Hip-Hop, hundred dollar bills
Why you fu*kin' with me though
Like there's some sh*t to see, yo
Today ain't the day to get Deebo'd
RIP though
I'm on the way to the freak show
Learned to see through the evils
Learned it from Reasonable Doubt when I was a teen, yo
Ya'll stay livin' in fetal positions
Feeble evil witches will get ya
Make a meal with ya
These are real descriptions
See [?]
See it for real once you can feel the picture
Trouble though
As the world turns my stubble grows
It seems that the world burns and the puddles grow
Pour a quart of brew in every corridor I stumble towards
For the one that made the mess more famous than Russell Crowe
More muscle, ever seen him tussle, [?]
Bring me back when I was younger, yo
Things were more subtle you know
Although the heat can leave you busted in your head for your bubble coat
[Outro: Wiki]
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