Fire Judah Berman-Roberts

It weren't the task f.o.r.c.e
Got a tool for my getaway
No remorse, oh of course
There, preparing spliffs away
Alright, well, anyway
On attachin these strings
Lord of Lords, King of Kings
Everybody let's get the club crunk
That momma didn't know what's right
I give it to motherfuckin funk
Original, I don't bite
It's just be movin' alright
Where do gangstas go when they die
Had me feeling pail and dry
Don't try to save ya soul
My dick's gotta wart, my balls gotta lump
Better know yo role
I'm a psycho with a pump
The ones that's thinkin' it's free tah bump
So if you want some of what I have
Yo -- so I continued to A1A Beachfront Avenue
Fresh off parole son, Got it on padlock
Put thе Pen to the Pad
Still getting monеy delivering as zip-lock
And now I know and I'm so glad
I had a little pad, my daughter called me Dad
With CEO's wiping they nose, sniffing ya budget up
Told me that they made you piss in a Reeses Cup