Terror Wrist lyrics

[MAKING OF THE BEAT by DJA]
[Verse 1]
All my friends are black, but my wives are white
All the syrup in my Slice, more ice than a Klondike, bar
I see stars, I see ménage à trois
My car landed in on Mars, my hash cigar
Looks darker than tar, darker than an abyss
Darker than a midnight fist, darker than a black hole mixed
With a galaxy gap, ducked off in a safe duct tape to an Arabian stick shift
I don't have a fever, but my flows are sick
In my parking spot, I'm in the parking lot, in public
My bank account acc*mulates money quick
My bank accountant speaks Arabic, nothing to play
Your number's already been erased, nothing to say
I'm sitting sideways at a Chinese buffet
Swangin' through Saint Tropez, I done poured a four in my cherry marmalade
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