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Versace 9/11, your bitch can rot in Heaven
I cut her head off like Kevin Spacey in Seven
Some bitches be bitches, some bitches be whores
But nigga, she was so fat, she like 20 Michael Moores
Your girl's pussy looks like the Twin Towers
After I fucked her so hard, she was passed out for hours
Ain't got no Rick Ross cup, she know what I did
That pussy so cheap, sold to the highest bid
Call me Osama when I'm hijacking your planes
And call me Obama when I wiretap your brains
My lyrics are insane
When I go hard like Jackson in Snakes on a Plane
Motherfucker I'm the best, is that even a question?
Cause when I walk out on your bitch she goes into deep depression
And when I walk up into Congress, they don't need to hold election
I'm the Black Messiah, bitch, and this shit is now in session

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