Artist: cali kings f/ eminem Teats and thurston howell, and yelling wordsworth My mother smoked crack I had a premature birth I'm just a nerve purse with badly disturbed nerves You wanna be the one to step up and get served first 99% of aliens prefer earth Come here to rule the planet, storm on your turf I hid a secret message inside of a word search With smeared letters, runnin together and blurs spurts Hang with male shovenest pigs and perverts I point water pistols at women and squirt shirts Been a bad boy since diapers and gerbers My first words were bleep bleep and curse curse Never had shit and I still don't deserve dirt My breath still stinks, and I'm on my third cert Digging out my stitches, and hollering nurse nurse! You said this shot would numb me this shit just hurts worse!
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