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What Stop talking to me crazy For real Word Seven foot six we all amazons This feeling like an oldie off the analog Cut my legs off with the lawn I'm always smoking dope I don't fuck with the law I'm dishing yet again flying saucer They ain't heard from him in years now I'm gone Now I'm on Kept the pussy in the air Rip the top off The hand go in circles til it's lockjaw I'm getting too obsessed shit I think I found god I run around the earth like I wanted I'm feeling like an addict how I still can't stop Reel it in on my bagel double lox I had to fuck around stick my head up in the box Crazy Steve with the socks up I crave it til the end you don't know What's on my laptop I'm half dead like the Bee Gees I swing around the scythe this the freebie Addicted to the peach in my freezie You talk a lot of game but It's G-G's Even I could barely please me Had to travel half the world Pack of CD's I'm tipping off my hat back and forth with the V-V's I had to practice I'm immaculate with the form I bet I'm owed a billion clips How I'm still not bored I smoke it til it's dead I'ma hit it with the torch My shorty wobbling you would think we filming porno I left the present and the whole world scorched I was throwing up my torso The bubbly struck a chord Probably thinking about the end I'm overworking at the morgue I filled her up on my own that's abortion I love how we immortal barely got up off the porch I'm barely keeping score Get the fuck up off me I'm dead from New York But I don't fuck with Wall Street I wouldn't look up in the basement I be crawling I got a ugly pokerface I'm going all in