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Jonathan G Kupper
Jonathan G Kupper
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Woke up in the morning brush my teeth with a revolver Bumping 3rd Carter my bitch serve my horderves I said thanks for the lobster She said this isn't lobster I said it smell like lobster you should wash your vagina Mind spin helicopter she accost me with a Mossberg Tip of the iceberg She said I'll call my father who's a mobster He'll board you with water And leave you with a proctor till approximately August or Autumn You gon' need a doctor to Prosper When I cut your balls off and stick em in a condom Back seat of the Impala bumping Lloyd Banks Haha I bet you thought I was gonna say Tame Impala I feel just like Bruce Wayne But I don't save hoes no thanks Barbados with a bad ting She got mad I shot blanks I got mad she talked back She just lacking common sense Ironic gives the bombest head I swear she just love arguing Slap her till she calm again Off the board like Rodman She said wait it's Ramadan I said wait I didn't know you were I didn't know you were Muslim, Dope Okay I can't miss I'm Stephen against the Knicks left two threes Hanging and went straight to the bench with 3 Pills in the Zip Clicquot on my wrist Keynote make my flinch Pupils getting thick, bitch I feel like a bum but she make me feel rich yes Road-head in the Range seems to always do the trick Chill and get faded Chill and get faded Mama don't mind me I'm jaded I wish I never made it I wish I had more patience I think we in the Matrix So lets chill and get faded Don't mind me I'm jaded
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