Lyrics:
I hate plain ole lettuce, I eat salad with a dressing
You can't find my palace, I requested no addressing
I ain't got no problems that I think are worth addressing
You are just a pair of hands that I call to undress me
Undress me
Unzip my dress please
Impress me
On my mattress (king)
Talk is cheap
Good we ain't talking
Cause apparently

I'm a whore
Least that's what you yelled stomping out my door
You said that 1-2-3 times, maybe 4
Lookie here you're coming back for more and more and more
Oh, sure
But this time ain't free so pay me at the door
I'm thinking 1-2-3k but maybe 4
You're lucky I ain't asking you for more and more and more
Cause I'm a whore
Cause I'm a whore

Say you won't say that again, well isn't that refreshing?
Sounding like a sinner wants forgiveness for confessing
I don't got to tell you that this body is a blessing
Get up off your knees now boy, I ain't got time for begging

You told me what you're thinking, and you mean it
I don't wanna take that lightly
Hit it once for free but honestly hun
You don't really think that's like me
I know that you need it like a fiend
And baby that's alright
Just come back with ten racks
Since you think I'm a motherfucking whore

Least that's what you yelled stomping out my door
You said that 1-2-3 times, maybe 4
Lookie here you're coming back for more and more and more
Oh, sure
But this time ain't free so pay me at the door
I'm thinking 1-2-3k but maybe 4
You're lucky I ain't asking you for more and more and more
Cause I'm a whore
Cause I'm a whore

whore

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Lyrics:
Women don’t owe you shit, with your dusty Tim-Tims (Dusty)
Can’t pull-up to her crib cause you bought her din-din (Yuh)
All outside with your dick like, “Let me come in-in”
Not even by the hairs on your chinny-chin-chin (Yuh)
Women don’t owe you (yuh)
Women don’t owe you shit boy
Women don’t owe you (yuh)
Women don’t owe you shit boy
Women don’t owe you (yuh)
Women don’t owe you shit boy
Women don’t owe you (yuh)
Women don’t owe you shit boy
Women don’t owe you (yuh)

He say he think I’m pretty, I think that I’m pretty too
All big-eyed and giddy, took me to go get some food
He got us a booth
Bought a few cups of booze
So, here’s some gratitude but I'm not going home with you

“Shitty, so shitty”
You call it what you want
I got no pity
None with me
Cause I ain’t do wrong
You know that I am not no genie
This shit isn’t TV
Want these thighs, then close your eyes and wonder like a Stevie

Women don’t owe you shit, with your dusty Tim-Tims (Dusty)
Can’t pull-up to her crib cause you bought her din-din (Yuh)
All outside with your dick like, “Let me come in-in”
Not even by the hairs on your chinny-chin-chin (Yuh)
Women don’t owe you (yuh)
Women don’t owe you shit boy
Women don’t owe you (yuh)
Women don’t owe you shit boy
Women don’t owe you (yuh)
Women don’t owe you shit boy
Women don’t owe you (yuh)
Women don’t owe you shit boy
Women don’t owe you (yuh)

I’m the type of bitch that dream big with my figures
I see you the type of nigga that think pussy come with liquor
You a pervert
You can kick dirt
What’s my name it’s J.G. Dickhurt
Number: 877-GET-LOST
Cause it’s my pussy, so FUCK OFF
Eat skeet or treat me with lot of more respect
You got Decency? Then show me cause I ain’t seen none yet
You know that I am not no genie
This shit isn’t TV
Want these thighs, then close your eyes and wonder like a Stevie

Women don’t owe you shit, with your dusty Tim-Tims (Dusty)
Can’t pull-up to her crib cause you bought her din-din (Yuh)
All outside with your dick like, “Let me come in-in”
Not even by the hairs on your chinny-chin-chin (Yuh)
Women don’t owe you (yuh)
Women don’t owe you shit boy
Women don’t owe you (yuh)
Women don’t owe you shit boy
Women don’t owe you (yuh)
Women don’t owe you shit boy
Women don’t owe you (yuh)
Women don’t owe you shit boy
Women don’t owe you (yuh)

Beat: AngelLaCiencia

Women Don't Owe You Shit

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Lyrics:
I got a PHD in your bitch
So big, it got her VAG soaking wet
I’ll flip and put her CAT on my lips
Won’t stop until she TAP out of it
I put a PHD in your bitch
Then I called her a CAB to your crib
She say she like her BAE kinda rich
Cause I just put a BAG on her wrist
Yuh Yuh Yuh

They say I’m highly intelligent
Got the “A” as my mail address
See, my dick game is decadent
Shit ain’t nice, it’s benevolent
Dick ain’t even my element
Yet I’m hung like a elephant
Yes, I fuck your girl so much, her calories in a deficit
I got cat in my regimen
Face the facts when they’re evident
All you niggas irrelevant
And your bitch think I’m heaven-sent
It’s the truth
God’s a woman,
Put that shit in a Testament
Ate the fruit
Now She coming down to rain some more hell again

I got a PHD in your bitch
So big, it got her VAG soaking wet
I’ll flip and put her CAT on my lips
Won’t stop until she TAP out of it
I put a PHD in your bitch
Then I called her a CAB to your crib
She say she like her BAE kinda rich
Cause I just put a BAG on her wrist
Yuh Yuh Yuh

PhD (Pretty huge Dick)

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Lyrics:
You're really hot, twiddle your nips
Sit on my face and wiggle your hips

Dada
Dadadada
Dadadada
Dadadada (Sit on my face and wiggle your hips)
Dada
Dadadada
Dadadada
Dadadada (Sit on my face and wiggle your hips)

Wiggle your hips
Not just a little
Sit-sit & let it trickle
Bouncin’ it like a dribble
3 licks, a double-triple
I’ll play you like fiddle
Go hard, no I’m not gentle
Lil nibble on your skittle
Make you (Wiggle Your Hips)

Dada
Dadadada
Dadadada
Dadadada (Sit on my face and wiggle your hips)
Dada
Dadadada
Dadadada
Dadadada (Sit on my face and wiggle your hips)

I just think it’s funny how you do your little dance
Cause that cat taste sweet like honey, I just lick it off my hands
Now, you ain’t here for the money but you know I got the bands
You just here to get your kitty ate and that’s all that I planned
Let’s stay up all night
This fire, I’ll ignite it
I’ll start off real light
But tell me and I’ll bite it
No it won’t hurt, but baby it might tickle
When I pinch your nerve, you (Wiggle Your Hips)

Dada
Dadadada
Dadadada
Dadadada (Sit on my face and wiggle your hips)
Dada
Dadadada
Dadadada
Dadadada (Sit on my face and wiggle your hips)

Yuh Yuh
Sit on my face and wiggle your hips
Yuh Yuh
Sit on my face and wiggle your hips
Yuh Yuh
Sit on my face and wiggle your hips
Yuh Yuh
Sit on my face and wiggle your hips

Wiggle Your Hips ft. Sweet Anita

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Lyrics:
Small Dick Little Man, Little Man
Find it if you can, but I can’t
Small Dick Little Man, Little Man
Find it if you can, but I can’t
(Cause you’re a)
Small Dick Little Man, Little Man
(Go try to)
Find it if you can, but I can’t
(Cause you’re a)
Small Dick Little Man, Little Man
(Go try to)
Find it if you can, but I can’t

(clears throat) Um, sir?
Is you a wife-hater?
Say you ain’t get pussy all month, it’d be a time saver
Now, I don’t usually interrupt, that ain’t in my nature
You prolly still can’t get no bitch even if I paid her

Small dick energy
Head so blown like Kennedy
Can’t even see how you can be so
fucked up fundamentally
Mentally, the enemy and I can’t find the remedy
Cause I believe the problem’s that your dick don’t ding-a-ling-a-ling

Lil nigga you are 5 foot 2
Speaking like a man who got options
Got be itching like dry shampoo, talking bout women like toxins
Say you playa like Mike Andrews?
Nigga you still on the bench
Don’t forget you 5 foot 2
with a Johnson from Johnson’s

Small dick energy
Head so blown like Kennedy
Can’t even see how you can be so
fucked up fundamentally
Mentally, the enemy and I can’t find the remedy
Cause I believe the problem’s that your dick don’t ding-a-ling-a-ling

You got a small dick
You got a small dick
You only mad because you know you got a small dick
Your shit will never fit
in any hole meant for a dick
I said your dick so small
nothing will ever fit right
Even if it’s tight
Of course her shit tight
You make women so uncomfortable
Of course her shit tight
And I bet your
And I bet your
And I bet your daddy got a small dick too
I bet your daddy got a small dick too
I bet your daddy got a small dick 
Cause that's probably where you get you mindset from.
Like you're weird

Beat: Lit Kid Beats

Small Dick, Little Man

Lyrics:

I can’t lie, I’m tryna wet up all his sideburns
Bring his girl and I can fuck her til her thighs hurt
I am the one, they call me the divider
Catch me with a D or apple like I'm in cider
I can’t lie, I’m tryna wet up all his sideburns
Bring his girl and I can fuck her til her thighs hurt
I am the one, they call me the divider
Catch me with a D or apple like I'm in cider

Like a french fry at the bottom of my bag of chips, I didn’t ask for this but I'm not mad at it 
Like my ability to eat food on some rapid shit, I’m pretty confident and kinda proud of it
Yeah Yeah

(Lie Lie Lie) No, I can’t lie to you
(Hide Hide Hide) And I can’t hide the truth
(I I I) Just gotta let you know
(Bi Bi Bi) That I’m bisexual
(I I I) Yeah I’m bisexual, bi-bi-bi
Said I'm bisexual
(I I I) I’m bisexual, bi-bi-bi
Said I’m bisexual

I can’t lie, I’m tryna wet up all his sideburns
Bring his girl and I can fuck her til her thighs hurt
I am the one, they call me the divider
Catch me with a D or apple like I'm in cider
I can’t lie, I’m tryna wet up all his sideburns
Bring his girl and I can fuck her til her thighs hurt
I am the one, they call me the divider
Catch me with a D or apple like I'm in cider

I said I’m BI-S-E-X-U-A-L
I got PRIDE, that’s free shit you can’t sell 
That means I love me, and I can’t help it
Always the virgin bitches saying I’m hell, shit!
Yo, you should try sex and all on a tri-sectional
I watched him jack his sons on my tits, and thought “I’m Reginald!”
Then I gave a clit a lil lick and thought, “I can get it all!”
The D or apple? I can’t pick
But, I can let you know that
(I I I) Yeah I’m bisexual, bi-bi-bi
Said I'm bisexual
(I I I) I’m bisexual, bi-bi-bi
Said I’m bisexual

I can’t lie, I’m tryna wet up all his sideburns
Bring his girl and I can fuck her til her thighs hurt
I am the one, they call me the divider
Catch me with a D or apple like I'm in cider
I can’t lie, I’m tryna wet up all his sideburns
Bring his girl and I can fuck her til her thighs hurt
I am the one, they call me the divider
Catch me with a D or apple like I'm in cider

Lie Lie Lie
Hide Hide Hide
I I I
Bi Bi Bi

Bisexual

Dear Old Me

BEZOS

Prod. RAPBATTLE-ENS

Lyrics:
I got my rent due yuh
I got my rent due yuh
Hey yeah

I got my rent due shawty on the 5th, $240 short
Had to hit a couple licks, 2 by the 4th
Out here looking like a stiff, smelling like Dior
Wess & Smith here got a kick, what you leanin’ for? 

Piece of Pisa, you got a Visa Visa?
I pat my pockets, I got nun, just like I be Teresa
But I got manners, I “Achu” before I “Pika Pika”
Let’s role play. I’m M.I.A., and you the Queen Clarisse

I ain’t the bad guy
I ain't a mad bitch
This ain’t een personal
Huh
Let’s make it easy
Don’t need a challenge 
This don’t need to hurt at all

Rent due
Like 3 days
You pay me
And we straight
Just be quick
No delay
I got the heat like D. Wade

That’s one
At a walk, I need a run bitch
That’s two 
I see red if ion see blues bitch 
That’s three
Betta gimme what I need
After three, you hit the floor
Getting live
Fuck you mean BOYY

Look
I got my rent due yuh
I got my rent due yuh
Hey yeah, hey yeah

I got my rent due shawty on the 5th, $240 short
Had to hit a couple licks, 2 by the 4th
Out here looking like a stiff, smelling like Dior
Wess & Smith here got a kick, what you leanin’ for? 

Piece of Pisa, you got a Visa Visa?
I pat my pockets, I got nun, just like I be Teresa
But I got manners, I “Achu” before I “Pika Pika”
Let’s role play. I’m M.I.A., and you the Queen Clarisse

BOW That’s one
At a walk, I need a run bitch
BOW That’s two 
I see red if ion see blues bitch 
BOW That’s three
Betta gimme what I need
After three you hit the floor
Getting live

I got my rent due shawty on the 5th, $240 short
Had to hit a couple licks, 2 by the 4th
Out here looking like a stiff, smelling like Dior
Wess & Smith here got a kick, what you leanin’ for?

Piece of Pisa, you got a Visa Visa?
I pat my pockets, I got nun, just like I be Teresa
But I got manners, I “Achu” before I “Pika Pika”
Let’s role play. I’m M.I.A., and you the Queen Clarisse

Piece of Pisa, you got a Visa Visa?
I pat my pockets, I got nun, just like I be Teresa
But I got manners, I “Achu” before I “Pika Pika”
Let’s role play. I’m M.I.A., and you the Queen Clarisse

My Rent Due

Lyrics:

He said, "Baby, take a seat on me" then squeezed my cheeks
Let him sneak a peek then eat a piece
Me a Freak-a-leak, pussy squeaky clean
Put that meat to meat - he go, "Jeez Louise"
I'm King, elite - no need to cheat
Pull up week to week, repeat repeat
Me a Freak-a-leak, pussy squeaky clean
Put that meat to meat - he go, "Jeez Louise"

Beam me up, Scotty
Pin me down, Bobby 
You fuck a king this rich
When you with me, you call me Roddy
You ain't worth shit, potty?
Then you a lame, Khaby
Be mad but it's the truth
Eso sí que es, Dobby
Only do shit cause I want to, it's time that you accept it
Got three degrees and I like sex, it's time that you respect it
I can teach you for free, yeah we can get connected
Just pull up around three, and I can give you your first lesson on
How to cock her down, I'm talking Spaniel shit
How to hit the spot if you just angle it
How to take apart my walls like you dismantling
So that when you get my call you can handle it

He said, "Baby, take a seat on me" then squeezed my cheeks
Let him sneak a peek then eat a piece
Me a Freak-a-leak, pussy squeaky clean
Put that meat to meat - he go, "Jeez Louise"
I'm King, elite - no need to cheat
Pull up week to week, repeat repeat
Me a Freak-a-leak, pussy squeaky clean
Put that meat to meat - he go, "Jeez Louise"

When he bust through the door
He rub on my kitty, I bust on the floor
I lick on his peni-, he bust in my throat
Declining his calls while he sucking my toes
I'm fine, and he know
This pussy too good
Found my little button down under a hood
Got so excited he told his best friend
Now every weekend I be fucking two woods
Like every bitch should yuh
Kitty so wet, she aquatic
Bilingual, exotic
She need dick, he got it
He breathin' like he drownin'
Got ice on, I'm fitted
My diamonds, they drippin'
Dis kitty, she grippin'
Come rip it yuh
I'll make a third leg stand tall like a femur
Go another round on me, change my demeanor
If his dick a pipe, then I'll be the pipe cleaner
I might be mean but this pussy gettin' meaner

He said, "Baby, take a seat on me" then squeezed my cheeks
Let him sneak a peek then eat a piece
Me a Freak-a-leak, pussy squeaky clean
Put that meat to meat - he go, "Jeez Louise"
I'm King, elite - no need to cheat
Pull up week to week, repeat repeat
Me a Freak-a-leak, pussy squeaky clean
Put that meat to meat - he go, "Jeez Louise"

Get your ass in formation please
He said, "Face down for penetration tings"
He said, "Switchin' positions, I'm your seat"
He said, "You top, so you can rain on me"
He said, "Set up the camera placement, cheese"
He said, "I'll hold it down from underneath"
He said, "Sit on my face so I can't breathe"
He said, "Call that 'sugar trap' yeah so Nasty"

He said, "Baby, take a seat on me" then squeezed my cheeks
Let him sneak a peek then eat a piece
Me a Freak-a-leak, pussy squeaky clean
Put that meat to meat - he go, "Jeez Louise"
I'm King, elite - no need to cheat
Pull up week to week, repeat repeat
Me a Freak-a-leak, pussy squeaky clean
Put that meat to meat - he go, "Jeez Louise"

Jeez Louise

This cover consists of lyrics from the original song "Is It a Crime" performed by Sade in addition to an original verse written by me.

Lyrics:

This may come, this may come as some surprise
But I miss you
I could see through all of your lies
But still I miss you

He takes her love, but it doesn't feel like mine
He tastes her kiss, her kisses are not wine, they're not mine
He takes, but surely she can't give what I'm feeling now
She takes, but surely she doesn't know how

Is it a crime
Is it a crime
That I still want you?
And I want you to want me too

My love is wider, wider than Victoria Lake
My love is taller, taller than the Empire State
It dives, it jumps, and it ripples like the deepest ocean
I can't give you more than that, surely, you want me back

Is it a crime
Is it a crime
I still want you
And I want you to want me too

Is it a crime baby boy that I want you
That my truth, is you lyin? 
I don’t even care baby come thru
Door’s open, I’m lyin’ in the bed, got wine in my hand
Yes, I heard what you did but you ain't heard what I said: “Baby I WANT you”

I don’t give a fuck if no kid in the mix
I said I don’t give a fuck man it is what it is
You glue and im stuck, you cheese and im chuck, you cock and I cluck
Is it a crime
Is it a crime
I still want you  
And I want you to want me too

Is It a Crime - King Kitty Cover (Live)

Lyrics:

I ain’t a city girl
I’m from the outskirts
Southside, ATL out-of-towner
Backpack, you can set it on the counter
Big racks, you can be my money counter
Ain’t from around here yeah
Have you swimming like a flounder yeah
If you need a lil pouncer
My Kitty King like a double-quarter pounder yeah

12-20 mm’s on my lash (wispy)
Apple bottom-m’s on my ass (crispy)
Chevy truck parked in the lot with bout 5-0 stacks of my cash (fifty)
Ain’t gotta tell you what's in my cup (whiskey)
Might be sum, but I ain’t drunk (tipsy)
Keep the pressure tucked
Don’t excite me
I’ll make it spray from the trunk (misty)
Think I know what you’re looking for
I promise I got what you want
Just in a crooked-letter font yeah

I ain’t a city girl
I’m from the outskirts
Southside, ATL out-of-towner
Backpack, you can set it on the counter
Big racks, you can be my money counter
Ain’t from around here yeah
Have you swimming like a flounder yeah
If you need a lil pouncer
My Kitty King like a double-quarter pounder yeah

They say I put the Yee to the Haw
Yo girl got you crying at yo mee-to-the-maw’s
Ain’t heard? I be moving like I’m free from the law
Shotgun got me rocking like a see-to-the-saw, and it see in the dark
Got a God, her name Christina
My middle name is Tina
Go down for some water, have you sipping on sangria
I can take you on the road
Maybe do a do-si-do
Keep a horse on my back so we'on’t need a rodeo
Think I know what you’re looking for
I promise I got what you want
Just in a crooked-letter font

I ain’t a city girl
I’m from the outskirts
Southside, ATL out-of-towner
Backpack, you can set it on the counter
Big racks, you can be my money counter
Ain’t from around here yeah
Have you swimming like a flounder yeah
If you need a lil pouncer
My Kitty King like a double-quarter pounder yeah
I ain’t a city girl
I’m from the outskirts
Southside, ATL out-of-towner
Backpack, you can set it on the counter
Big racks, you can be my money counter
Ain’t from around here yeah
Have you swimming like a flounder yeah
If you need a lil pouncer
My Kitty King like a double-quarter pounder yeah

Outskirts

I loved a martyr
Sex like water
Breasts like Ta-da
Ass applaud her

Moan like -aLisa
Aura like a Rita
Smooth like Lisa
Bonita Señorita

Moves like sonata
Music her alma mater
I beat it like piñata
To love her is to slaughter

Natural like Aretha
Rum or Tequila
Brandy like Moesha
Weasley, she keeper

Met her when she was hetero
Her yellow shirt said “I left my heart in Mexico” ah
Sweet and spicy like oregano
Can’t taste a difference when she get a Coke or Pepsicola

She got more power than she’ll ever know
One look’ll take your power like a decimal
She don’t believe it but still call herself a sexy hoe
She know she need it so she whisper to herself, “I love you”

I love you (x12)

I loved a martyr
Wrote in stone, not marker
Made her your’s on charter
Coulda been free but it cost her
Now she fucked up
Way up
Way NE like Carter
Made a feast with a starter
E’erbody eat while she watch

But when you see her
She’ll change her demeanor
So that when you see her
You think that you see her
But you don’t really see her
She locked up, somewhere with a fever
Can’t free her
She propped up
She the people pleaser

She will pull herself up by her garter
to keep it bright when the ceiling get dark, but
The harsh lights make the shadows get darker
Trapped in the hollow land, you know Peter Parker

Can’t think it’s hard
Can’t think it’s far
Fought against the giants, you can call her King Arthur
If she ever silent, just know that you really harmed her

You got more power than you’ll ever know
One look’ll take her power like a decimal
She know you need it so she always saying “Yes”, no “No”
You know she need it when she whisper to herself “I love you”

I loved a martyr
I love a martyr
I’m in love with a martyr
The one in the mirror

When you see me
I’ll change my demeanor
So that when you see me (I got more power than I’ll ever know)
You think that you see me
But you don’t really see me
I’m locked up, somewhere with a fever (One look, I’ll take your power like a decimal)
Can’t free me
I’m propped up
I’m the people pleaser

When you see me
I’ll change my demeanor
So that when you see me (I don’t believe it but I call myself a sexy hoe)
You think that you see me
But you don’t really see me
I’m locked up, somewhere with a fever (I know I need it so I whisper to myself “I love you”)
Can’t free me
I’m propped up
I’m the people pleaser

Martyr Complex

Lyrics:

I think Obama got a big dick
And I think he proud of it
Like a dog with a big stick that he found in the park or in the yard
He was the president for two whole terms, probably need that swole girth
Now of course there are exceptions, but no need to get political
There probably are some reverends who think what they preach is biblical
Kinda like them roads with a circle ‘stead of a dead end
Like we know we ain’t moving forward but we can pretend

Guess it’s all about perception
Some people see the devil in contraception
To each his own, ain't walking in that direction
Same folks also see the devil in dark complexions
OBJECTION!
Hold up, this ain’t a court room shawty
But if you wanna role-play, let’s get it started
Can I be the judge? - No uh-uh you should be the criminal
Mmm but no need to get political

Oh we know you know what we’re gonna do when we come for you
No need to show us the ropes, we done felt a few and a belt or two

Wait
Why this shit get so deep?
Somebody roll a blunt
Nigga, pull out ya weed
Can’t be me, I don’t smoke
But I will eat gummies
So yummy with a coke for that dash of caffeine
So woke is me
So broke are things
Yo, hold my drink while I speak what I think
”Speak your mind please”

Sync your minds with me
No kitty, we Siamese
Ms. Kitty? No, I am King

Feast ya eyes 'pon me
See the lies, omni
Realize calmly
You’re not stuck, you’re right where they want you to be

There’s more to fear than intelligence, artificial
Like 5-0 with ego and a pistol
Like a rich man on top of the judicial
Mmm but no need to get political

Oh we know you know what we’re gonna do when we come for you
No need to show us the ropes, we done felt a few and a belt or two

No Need To Get Political

Like a weed
Honestly, never that deep
You filled your plate, but if you’re greedy
Suck my bitter sweet taste through your teeth
Cause I wasn’t made for your feed

Hold a minute, Ow
I need a minute, Wow
Tried to dig myself out, somehow I’m even more in it now
I’m stuck in an all-that-you-can-eat buffet to fill every mind through every screen

If I was for you, you would like me
If you don’t like me, I’m not for you
If this was for you, you would like it
If you don’t like this, it’s not for you

Like a weed
Honestly, never that deep
You filled your plate, but if you’re greedy
Suck my bitter sweet taste through your teeth
Cause I wasn’t made for your feed
I drive slow now while I smoke my weed
We’re in two different lanes, you like speeding
J'espère que tu n'as pas faim,  mon ami
Cause I wasn’t made for your feed

Young soul broken wide
25 opened my mind
I had to take my time away
And boy did I take it cause my 
Frontal lobe is finished
And now I know the difference 
Between who I am and who you want to see

If I was for you, you would like me
If you don’t like me, I’m not for you
If this was for you, you would like it
If you don’t like this, it’s not for you

Like a weed
Honestly, never that deep
You filled your plate, but if you’re greedy
Suck my bitter sweet taste through your teeth
Cause I wasn’t made for your feed
I drive slow now while I smoke my weed
We’re in two different lanes, you like speeding
J'espère que tu n'as pas faim, mon ami
Cause I wasn’t made for your feed

Feed

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King Kitty

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