head coach,you're scared to approach mr last.
time to take your bloodbath,bedtime and a dirt nap.
i expose nasty bitches like girls gone wild tapes.
i don't feel hoes,i kill hoes with steeltoes,no escapes.
last is on the edge like downhill skiers,i smell the fear factor.
you don't have to beg,you don't want none either,i meltdown nuke reactors.
eject you from the game,send you to the showers.
you fake as gold medal flour tryin to pass it off as powder.
now you can instruct the others how to properly take a downfall.
i turn this bitch to barnum and bailey,havin em prayin i don't clown yall.
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