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Take your medication, Roman
Take a short vacation, Roman
You'll be okay
You need to know your station, Roman
Some alterations on your clothes and your brain
Take a little break, little break
From your silencing
There is so much you can take, you can take
I know how bad you need a Roman holiday (Roman holiday)
A Roman holiday

You done, you tight?
You suck at life?
You don't want a round three? You done suffered twice
Worship the queen and you might could pass
Keep it real, these bitches couldn't wipe my ass
Anyway, stylist, go get Bvlgari
I am the ultimate Svengali
These bitches can't even spell that
You, you hoes buggin'
Repel that
Let me tell you this, sister
I am, I am colder than a blister
Cause my flow's the sickest
And I'm a lunatic
And this can't be cured with no Elixir
Cuz y'all know who da fuck, what da fuck, I do
I done put the pressure to every thug I knew
Quack quack to a duck and a chicken too
And put the hyena in a freakin zoo
Bitch, twitch, bitch!
Motherfuckers right, this is World War 6
This right here might make a bitch die
And this right here gon make a bitch cry
And if we're being honest, I am such a great guy
And this what I do when a bitch breaks flock
I'mma put her in a dungeon under, under
All these bitches ain't eating
They dieing of hunger
Motherfucker I need, who the fuck is this ho
And yes maybe just a touch of tourettes
Get my wigs terrence go and get my beret
Come all ye faithful
Joyful and Triumphant
I am Roman Zolanski
Talking bout me, you talking about me?
I dare a motherf*cker, be talking about me
These bitches must be smokin' a couple of OC
They want the outline, I give them a goatee
G* motherf*cker they talking about me?
These bitches must be smokin a couple of OC
Ha ba ba ba ba gum goatee
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