The family's farm was stolen
The family pie had to go
So we back home, grave's open
The farm next to us folding
The family's farm was stolen
The family will want you stolen
Blacksmith unwind on upon the floor
Man's wrapped over his four vulgars on tour
I rapped over circular swords
Assemble my files we move
I'm not supposed to be here
Supposed to be Manny, anything fits the hole
Rollin' nails, ribbon sheet, giving up control
The family's farm was stolen
The family pie had to go
Be back home, grave's open
The farm next to us fold
The family's farm was stolen
Red stew, my wife sellin' those
I being on into the desktop in my other room
I bought a Dante God's beat from MM Doe
I bought rap in text, sending with city fued, bro
Call for a bloody hankerchief
And chief the split glad you left
Ink machine can't meet multi drug resisting beef
Dry the ice and heard 'em save you in tangle
Make some drugs full of tabloid carryin' D
The family's farm was stolen
(It's a disease)
The family second pie in land and evening rollin'
(I'm not supposed to be here)
(I'm not supposed to be here)
(I'm not supposed to be here)
(I'm not supposed to be here)
(I'm not supposed to be here)
(I'm not supposed to be here)
The family's farm was stolen
The family pie had to go
We back home, grave's open
The farm next to us fold
The family's farm was stolen
The family will want you stolen
