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White People Don't Clean Their Chicken
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$ilkMoney
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[$ilkMoney] Nigga, I'm not Chuck D (D), because I say nigga, I love to do it Wrap me in ligero leaves and chuck me in an Egyptian ruin Knock the nose off you niggas face like Alexander the Great did the Sphinx Get hit with a hundred and eighty-two shots before you blink Couldn't wash my sins away like dinner plates or food scraped in the sink But I bet this dinner plate that glimmer hit a goal just as great with this mink I assimilate what you negate, then facilitate what you need And demonstrate with a kitchen blade, sell my toasters with ease Split it in half while you niggas dismiss the math And just hit the dab, displayin' true knowledge Instilled in my mental bag with this gift of gab Sick and sad I have to dumb my message down with fictitious mash You niggas trash, tryna maintain a message and fit a fad You cows ain't real butter, nah, you bitches some shared spread Conk his wig with this egg and leave him flipped with a red head I ain't know a concurrent missile, I hung myself with the bed thread When life gives you lemons, you could clean chicken with it or shed pledge Sell my soul just to cut a throne and have riches untold Confess my roles and beat my dick in a coffin like skull and bones Holster made from the lizard skin of the one percent of the globe And the pistol that fit in it made from the precious metals they stole I'm on some other shit, baby, some other shit And I'm still waitin' on the government to dispense them Harriet Tubmans Money won't heal my wounds, but it's calamine, I'mma rub it in Until they seal my tomb I'm goin' Columbine with the rubber trench
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