This is a Dodgeball Fight Remix! (But, Improved…*Beat Plays*, *Cash Effect Plays* (I am the one, don't weigh a ton Don't need a BLANK to get respect up on the street (okay) Under the sun, the BLANK son Will pop the BLANK to feed himself and family (sheesh) By any means, your enemies my enemies We wet them up like a canteen (BLANK) The yellow tape surrounds the fate Don't have a face so now you late, open the gates.)
