Shitty Raps, Very Fucking Shitty

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[Verse 1] Sacrilegious, pass the Swishers, listen to "Illmatic" on iPhone speakers In 3rd Grade I had my mom's old beeper Dad-type fade and my bro-type sneakers Now I got raps in them iPhone jacks In that Dodge Charger everything all black After my song Pac came on next Fuck getting money life all about sex Where Rocky at? Where the Mollys at? Need them asap Got some white broads with that State Farm That nice car, that good neck That bank roll, that big check That egg roll, that's from scratch Got Saabs dog fuck Maybachs My hotdog, she ate that That special sauce, you taste that? Bitch I made that, that's from scratch Got more raps, got more bread, that's more sex Got more weed, that's more neck Got more shoes, that's more checks Gotdamn dog, I'm the man dog Her pussy like bones, call it 'Catdog' [Verse 2] Got more raps, still shoot craps Ain't got no hook, got a nice jab Got knockout power on deck Laughs, love, and respect Bitch pass my weed back, how many times you hit that? Gotdamn dog, she a hog dog, about to get a mouth full of hairy balls All my raps from scratch, fuck that "racks on racks on racks" I got tax on raps on wax, I got tats on tats on tats I got birthmarks on my back, I got iPhones with the crack I got groupies on my 'yea' Bad bitches at Coachella and I tell her holler back In the coochie saying "oochie wally" Doug E Fresh my neck Pass the blunt to Keith Sweat, taking pics with Brock Fetch Funny how things turn out like a fucking Etch-A-Sketch Using pens on my test, living life with no regrets Hardly home but rep the set, the government or break your neck Swag