Whatchu know 'bout me? Young squire.
You ain't nuthing' but a G. Thang. Fire.
In the hole, with so much soul...
Feelin' the flow and ready to go.
Where? Don't matter. Just fit you in the black hatter.
Got you suicidal witcho fallen idol, and dem girls...
-G-Press(on)
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