I remember when y'all used to call me ugly Isn't it ironic know they all just wanna love me? So concerned wit my weight I'm mo’ Chucky than I am chubby Confidence of a porn star the day I cut the horns off Took all my demons threw 'em downhill in a buggy Then I stood on top the hill and did the milly rock and Dougie Screamin' "only God can judge me!" I'm feeling like a missle Now y'all come around and wanna kiss up to me, wish you knew All masta's grandchildren fantasize bout crystals You could neva diss me, I'm more Leo, you more grizzly Watch yo mouth these country boys carrying tools like Dabnis Brickey The Tesla, the BMI Benzo I ain't picky Talking appearance…
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