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Tom Cruise by Madchild


I write in short form
Time to war ? slow form
Broke a form stone chop just cuz I had a uniform
Im f**king hormone, my fancy and my family
They kick me away from doin drugs and goin gamebeling
If I am home too long I feel like struggling
Sometimes I thought to go scrambling, angry and we get all the tangering
Alright, that goes and they must be chiep and check a mainly
Rapping in the studio til Im sure theres no man handle me
Play you like a mandolin, eat you like a damn Panini
Flipping like the dauphine, game on ring with a Lamborghini
Couple groupie, bumbles boobies popping after damn bikini
A rang and rustlers, hustle on my rest of them
We palaso with these aswels
Nigga f**king?
Im masculine, they misogynes and full of bluff and estrogen
Im guessing all these testosterone is what makes me an awesome known
Til my cokss is f**king ?
Madchild and ? wak with a crack faggin
Rolling likein back of the league after they drive naturally
? for laying trucks and ? like a rap factory
Guess that cuz Im back, acting like ?
Quick just acting lean
sh*t is just spectacular
But not ? they shop and the the things are far from Dracula
Killers on the wak cuz Im yeller, they aint no feeling haze
Fat boy I beat you with some pillow case
I remember day when saying : Hey! Check out my ?
Then the monster go from getting constant pone bust it up like constant ? with actress
The fact is that Im back with ? and matrics ?
But Im not sure if lost game or my attractiveness
It seems that my activity is dropping sexual activeness
What, am I block from porn stars to actress
Maybe the most eligible bejewel is just spall dishes
One we get it crack, f**k you til I break your back b**ches
You no different than the last b**ches
Hagfishes, half fame
Half of you dont even know my real name
Thats real lame, giving that pussy just to feel fame
Had to trade my heart in front the artery to remain the same
A part of me despite me but whats the deal babe?
What? Just cuz Im famous I dont feel pain?
You dont think Im copy and that somebody just got a real brain
I just spies and realize, I just think I got time to call you out
Polish in my wallet, this is all about
I knew I couldnt love her
Is enough freak falling out, killin it til I fulfill my prophecy
Youre balling out
Madchild and ? wak with a crack faggin
Rolling likein back of the league after they drive naturally
? for laying trucks and ? like a rap factory
Guess that cuz Im back, acting like ?
Quick just acting lean
sh*t is just spectacular
But not ? they shop and the the things are far from Dracula
Killers on the wak cuz Im yeller, they aint no feeling haze
Fat boy I beat you with some pillow case



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