Tacet - Aunt Jemima lyrics

b**h Im that Motherf**er that pull up, don't need no f**in ship All you pussies talking always magne, it me f**in sick You ain't gon surpa** me, b**h you was just on top of my dick n***a you still got the slobber on yo lips Aunt Jemima with the stick, this rap game been a f**in Lick Contemplating suicide like its an outfit Motherf**ers talkin high, like they words been bout sh** Global be my f**in gang, this a private outfit Motherf**ers down there right? Thought you was down for my sh** Fade of a Red Sun Soul darker than my f**in tint I ain't never been a b**h Wonder why im f**in here? b**h I been the f**in Ice-Magne, known for some frozen sh** Yeah Done came a long way from them f**in swapmeets n***a Pain inside, concrete soul Like I am him, Jigga (x8) Aunt Jemima with the stick this rap game been a f**in lick