Cold wind blows
"So don't compare me to them other bums over there, It's like apples to oranges, peaches to plums yeah,
I'm bananas pussy, cut off the grapes and grow a pair. But I swear, you try to diss me, I'll slaughter you
I put that on everything, like everyone does with auto-tune, That last thing you wanna do is have me spit out a rhyme. And say I was writing this and thought of you so.. "
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