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Wolf gang set off the car alarms
Ive been the same as I was before I had gone
And this prolonged
Chronic rapping son who belonged
To a father who left
Told mom to keep an eye on
Yeah, sent away quick, to become a mute swan
Whos really there
When you need someone to hang on
Niggas who were friends
Slip em' a gallon of exxon
To flush em' out, and slowly, fuck islands
Theyre lonely
Referenced, im in the book, the one and only
Breaking out fights like a
Canadian playing goalie
Fuck religion my nigga, im the only one holy
My futures even, keepin it lowly
Gawking the spat through your tooth gap
I don't need a crew
Lets just keep it at that
Im that scab to pick at, flying solo
European brown bat
Caught up in a group of domestic cats
Strike on up at bat
You stick to me like gnats
Living in a home wit' welcome
Back on my place mat