Oy yeah trick what channel we're on baby?
The bags under my eyes and my family's stress
My mind's full of drama and I start to scream test
From the challenger dodging in my kevlar vest
Sig sauer in my lap is the Angel of death
Heard te we're praying for my downfall
So ----- your desk
This is war, don't matter who's right and who's left
I have simple tastes, I'm only satisfied with the best
And that's 'cause we're the best
And nothing succeeds like excess

So I do foolish things with the noblest motives
Play golf in a sandtrap filled with explosives
That's Musica to my ears but the anno was corrosive
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