I’m a bachelor
Lookin for a Madonna, with the Adams apple
Talk a lotta crazy ill sh#t so don’t start about ’em
Pretty hard core
I was born an arranger
Get outta here, cuz m#th*rf#ck*r, you’re in danger
Bodies in the woods, been found by rangers
In the day, at the park
I’ll hang ya
Then date ya, f#ck around and penetrate ya
I might rip ya
Wait, wait, kids is listening
I’m just b#tching, kissing
Kissing #ss for you and your #ss man
Understand, I’m the black man
I go fast in these lanes
Switch em, hit them
Diss em, kiss em
f#ck em, why you love em?
Homie I can’t stuck em, with knifes
Because they got no bezels on
I flame-throw they faces off
I caught a flame on, and understand what we on
I’m outta here, I really am
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