I'm like my board, truckin' loose and spring loaded
Not so much like the candy, cause I don't sugar coat it
I see the holes in your truth, you can't sew it
Better than the truth, and I make sure to show it
Yeah I heard you the first time, I'm not welcome duly noted
Sick of being ignored, all nods and 'yeah we know it's
They can't stand that the originals always the best,
I'm like the Matrix before it got reloaded
But I load up, and show up, and you better believe
Cause I already spoke to god so it's just you and me
Hope you already had your last words, wish, and pull of weed
Cause the barrel, chrome and narrow, be the last thing you ever see
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