I take care of business neatly. Nobody needs to meet me.
Payment clears on PayPal, and you will get your shit discretely.
We'll be hitting up the street scene with our rides flexing beefy.
So, if you need a tree then my goons will come and see me.
I'm just doing me, steering clear of the precinct.
My picture's perfect clear. I see through your shit distinctly.
Your picture's got a haze, like you ordered something greasy.
The smell of shit is in the air. What the fuck you trying to teach me?
All the preaching isn't fair. Introducing Visto's demons.
Decipher all these meanings. Find an undercover legion.
You call yourself a dad? Well, you're not a father even.
Just a bitch that's a snitch. Make a living off of leaving.
So, get your PPO, my dude. You're gonna need it.
As of right fucking now we are permanently beefing.
When you're no longer around, I guess we can call it even.
You're just another fucking clown that I never could believe in.
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