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Like London mornings on the stage, you in a mental fog
I'm someone who's rhymes rage, my beats SLAM!... no pog
Slog in slop sloppy your bitch is looking like a dog
She in Ogden town squatting, in the street, droppin a log
But those loggers they be troggers, slumming, take what they can get
And that bitch of yours takes IOU's on napkins, and bad checks
a witch nose, hairy cunt, just feed her booze, or get her paid
Get you laid a dozen times, how can you lose? and plus she's down to trade
Faded, off this blunt, some xanax, red bull, some whiskey
over rated, chump, my sobriety's a phalanx, it takes a lot to get me
What can you do, sue me, fuck you simp, It's my life, yo, it ain't yours
But your boo, do me, suck me, pimp, and like... she gets down on all fours!
I'm someone who's rhymes rage, my beats SLAM!... no pog
Slog in slop sloppy your bitch is looking like a dog
She in Ogden town squatting, in the street, droppin a log
But those loggers they be troggers, slumming, take what they can get
And that bitch of yours takes IOU's on napkins, and bad checks
a witch nose, hairy cunt, just feed her booze, or get her paid
Get you laid a dozen times, how can you lose? and plus she's down to trade
Faded, off this blunt, some xanax, red bull, some whiskey
over rated, chump, my sobriety's a phalanx, it takes a lot to get me
What can you do, sue me, fuck you simp, It's my life, yo, it ain't yours
But your boo, do me, suck me, pimp, and like... she gets down on all fours!