Sex With Society

[Intro] This, this, this Should be played at high volume Preferably in a residential Life’s a bitch, life’s a bitch But I’mma keep the pussy wet (Yep) I’mma keep the pussy wet (Yep) I’mma keep the pussy wet (Yep) I’mma keep the pussy wet (Yep) My dick hard, her pussy wet [Verse 1 - Kendrick Lamar] And I’m born with my dick in the earth You can tell me how much am I worth I’mma die with my heart on my sleeve Many die on their hands and their knees And I’m takin’ 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 32 fiends And that means that I hear for higher Tell me why are you starin’ at me? Matta 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 And 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’mma bring My mind, body, soul And I sold all these records off bein’ myself And I wish you can do the same thing, man It’s easier than a stripper Or tyin’ 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'll get relief I’mma keep the pussy wet (Yep) I’mma keep the pussy wet (Yep) My dick hard, her pussy wet I'mma keep the pussy wet (Yep) (Hi, ho!) I came (Bye, ho!) I went (Hi, ho!) I came (Bye, ho!) I went (Hi, ho!) I came (Bye, ho!) I went (Bitch-bitch-bitch-bitch-bitch-bitch-bitch-bitch-bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch) [Verse 2 - Kendrick Lamar] And I see that you envy of me Enemigos 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 ham even if Muslims is seen In my rearview I’m near you But I don’t hear you, can you at least 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 been doing this when You was in pajamas, watching B-Barney 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, make 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 lyin’, 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 anecdote And they tell me that life is a bitch Who gives a shit when you know? [Hook] 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 ham even if Muslims is seen In my rearview I’m near you But I don't hear you, can you at least breathe? (Hi, ho!) (Bye, ho!)