Sex With Society

[Intro] "This, this, this should be played at high volume Preferably in a residential" [Chorus 1] Life's a bitch, life's a bitch But I'ma keep the pussy wet, yep I'ma keep the pussy wet, yep I'ma keep the pussy wet, yep I'ma keep the pussy wet, yep My dick hard, her pussy wet And I'm born with my dick in the earth, you can tell me how much am I worth? I'ma die with my heart on my sleeve, many die on their hands and their knees And I'm taking whatever I need, and I'm raping the government fees And you're wasting your time, and I'm speaking my mind on whatever I think And I think that I'm Richard Pryor with priors of thirty-two fiends And that means that I here fly higher, tell me why are you staring at me? Matter of fact man, your eyes is wired, you inspired by Kendrick the King Maybe it's cause I'm living my dream, man I sing what I'm living about in the words that come out of my mouth, they requires a random routine of being organic granite, then my access is granted to represent the shit that I conceive, and I guarantee that I'ma bring my mind, body and soul, and I sold all these records off being myself And I wish you can do the same thing, man it's easier than a stripper or tying a baby shoestring, you stringing along And really, why you writing a song? Your passion for music is never in sync No secret societies guided me to the world of unseen And they tell me life is a bitch, who gives a shit? You can believe [Chorus 2] I'ma keep the pussy wet, yep I'ma keep the pussy wet, yep My dick hard, her pussy wet I'ma keep the pussy wet, yep (Hi hoe) I came, (bye hoe) I went (Hi hoe) I came, (bye hoe) I went (Hi hoe) I came, (bye hoe) I went Bitch-bitch-bitch-bitch... And I see that you envy of me, enemy ghosts don't prosper Better yet, they do die eventually, if I'm at the event you will leave cause you know and I know that I go +H.A.M.+ even if Muslims is seen In my rearview I'm near you, but I don't hear you, can you hear this breathe? With an oxygen mask, and the masses keep saying I'm speaking for them And if you can imagine my madness, then you can see where I've been And the places the Louis has been, and I swear I've been doing this when you was in pajamas watching B-B-Barney and-and Friends And you couldn't harm me even with ten weapons of your choice riding in army tanks, you shot blanks and I shot back, made your duplex bend What the fuck you think? If I don't think then I'm right back where the city sin What the fuck you drink? Thinking I can't write these raps in the Lions' Den When I hear that you lying then, it's murder she wrote, ain't no hope You go downhill man, where's your slope? Get thrown downhill tied to a rope Tell the world to put intervals, man I swear this the antidote And they tell me that life is a bitch, who gives a shit when you know that [Chorus 2] And I see that you envy of me Don't prosper, better yet, they do die eventually cause you know and I know that I go (H.A.M.) even if Muslims is seen In my rearview I'm near you Hi hoe, bye hoe...