VERSE 1
Ill, is a state of more than just corn in
Where we known to fuck it up more tham a mormon
Remove big bodies wit enormous abortions
Call me a honda cuz I'm going according
To whut I know fuck a Taurus or Porsche then
Mad tree I torch on a porch then
After I pearl wit force I contort them
Going from small bags, to engordging in forest
Then kill tha wack ones while ignoring tha boring
To make niggaz work I'm emplered as a foreman
A strong base has to do more wit ya core than
surviving as a poorman divorcing ya whore when
she shows ya heart straight discourse and just tear it
An animal like a tortoise or porpoise
So do this cuz it's important to forces
And clap ya hands wit ghonoric proportions

HOOK
Nothing can be sweeter than my sweetie, when I meet her, in tha MORNING
Nothing can be finer than tha tasting of vagina when your HORNY
Nothing is embracing, tha lines they're creating cuz they're CORNY
Nothings less attractive, than a rapper spitting wackness cuz he's BORING

VERSE 2
No Originality
These I wanna mimic, gimmick ass independent critics who's civic limits won't
Let's them see past they non-responsability
Enemy, tha energy inside that killin unwilling growth
Those that don't stand act timidly don't have a reality
Or spirtuality, is unbalance within, not liven whole
So they go around proudly, paddling, that in he
Which subconsciously manifests outward, whut he didn't know
So begin at 0, and figure out that YOU shit
Take it from black confusious, also knows as Darknessis
Tha centerfold has everything to do wit
Tha whole not just a piece, No Iron Man Tony Starks in this
Know that you get whut you give
If you a toad, don't jump in tha game of thrones wit Sparticus
Start right, then move and prove it
Will you stand tall Scottie Pip, or get shook Parkensens

HOOK

VERSE 3
Thrill gore delivered, and still whores consider
Tha ILL boy, that makin em Fill (feel) More than Millard
Those without purpose would kill for a sliver
Cuz concealed dormant spitters, steal flows delivered
Thats why I keep it DiGorno, to repeal most pretenders
And to save Bread when that end of year gross is entered
To fear most dilemmas, see it mostly in us
Then that dictated is actually close to penis
Which is close diminished, self-fulfillment prophecy
Within a deeper cortex lays tha illest policies
Take off tha costume, everyday isn't Halloween
And appreciate, without kicking it on Turkey day wit some collard greens
Or one can never accept tha happiness that a dollar brings
Cause you ain't you, Get it? or have you heard of odder things
I'm creating a spell like Harry Potters team
And bring a spark to tha game as if you soldering

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