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In train station passages and on wanted posters
And I say from experience when I beat hardcore sluts
Have their faces autumnal maple leaf colors
I make macho announcements
Secure my opium poppy plantations with high voltage systems
Force a series of rappers to have near-death experiences
Because I have a pattern like my marble facades
In the princely house with forty TVs
Everywhere HD, as if a Turk leaves the room
And when your mom sucks my ♥♥♥♥ in the dodge truck
Then so hard your dad hits his head in the trunk
I smoke cigars from Cuban mountains
And laugh at these rappers with moral values
who become socially critical
Just because several dozen arctic foxes die for my coats
My sluts suck ♥♥♥♥♥ when they buy it
With a seriousness, as if they were bank employees
I load the gun and your punk existence
The credits slowly come to an end as in the credits
Yo, I'm cruising in the Benz
My Uzi, she shines, your crew gets banged
And you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ru