Rex made the beat, so you know I gotta murder it
They act all tough, but in person, they be murmuring
And mumbling, pull out the gun, they get to stumbling, tumbling
And the chopper get to thundering, shitting on all these haters, like, where the plunger at?
I’m excited, ’cause now I can throw a party and all the people that hated on me won’t be invited
True Religion on me like the Buddah, Indian style, I’m enlightened
I remember up in kindergarden, the teacher told me I wouldn’t be shit
And then she saw me play the piano and…
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