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I'm a handyman He was a handyman He was a handyman He was handyman I said what you doing round that grave? Said I'm a handyman, I saw you chatting to

anything to slide between them sweet supple jugs Look here yeah bitch I'm talking to you I got my meat on granite so what ya wanna do I mean sure we

and masticating grume, I ram the ass with my fist Be not distraught as your cadaver I drop, the remains of your lips I kiss Thoroughly infested with

mock You could still close your eyes and toss a rock I bet you'd hit someone that'd love to cop your job That's what I thought Of course you don't stop

I've been denied all the best ultrasex I've been denied all the best ultrasex That's why I sing like this (High-pitch singing) Ahhhhhh! I-i tried to

to take up his Jealous faggot man cause I'm richer than y'all When I load my desertees, I'm picturin y'all On the streets of Queens where I was raised

we got real D's and lots of imposters i smoke the real trees see i copped from the Rasta's y'all niggaz ain't impressed me yet y'all yappin' not

drums in the music So I can Get down to businees I think it's time I paid a little visit To my run down neighbourhood cemetry To tally up the people I

I'd have to lower my IQ a whole 15 points I'm a Prozac gangsta, I sold crack thanks ta My niggas I'm able to control whack prankstas Exquisite, I freestyle