I can’t count on my fingers to stay clean I say please, I say cheese, I’m jolly when I keep my word to Maryjanne and stay green I cannot decipher, but here it goes 1, 2 of those 3-4 methylenedioxymethamphetamine Many thieves cocky ‘less you met ‘em in fate-made energy I Beat ‘em up, no stopping me Nigga, I’m preaching, no stopping thee
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