“I got rap on its back in the missionary, I’m erasin’ the word ‘swag’ from the dictionary, you said they wanna give me a Grammy? Oh goodie, just let me grab my black sweatpants and Champion hoodie, and it’s on, I’m sorry you a bummer, I don’t run a liquor store but I feel sorry for your mother, ‘cause her son is such a fuckup, he follow when he should be leadin’, me without a brain is the only way this could be even.” - Laws
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