there I was in Sweden, playing cards, f**ked-up beyond belief,
meanwhile i couldn't stop Koffing 'til I pulled out Charmeleon
i could not have foreseen, me ever defeating Yung Lean
importin' skids of bricks straight outta Mexico;
got warehouses with shipments stacked up tall
i'm tradin' keys for 15s with all dat tactical
i got plenty o' bricks, enough to build Loser Donald's wall
i'm drunk, slurring like Virgina rednecks (i'm drunk slur-rin lyk Ver-geh-nah re-nachs)
and i'm about to get loud like revvin' engines (an'imma'bouta'ge'lou' lyk re-vinn-en-jahs)
apeshit, imma throw bricks right through yah windows (apreshyd imma'dro bricks ryt dru-yah win-dahs)
not little clay ones, the great big cement ones, cinders (na'lil clay'uns, de grae'big see-mend'auhns - sin-dahs)
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