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making me hurl, thinking of taking what's left, faking my death
this town ain't mine no more, i plead to JAH
thank you for everything, i must retire.
i must go retard and kill you slowly
you don't deserve love, you lowly hoe bitch.
coldy watch blood dry, but that's the whole sitch, right?
birds don't take flight when you cage them.
seasons don't change. seasoning's strange (it's cajun)
pickle my pinterest.. these colors bleed adjacent
take with you only the taste, bitch. better savor it
cuz it's wilting like leaves do
daddy finally showed, then he leaves you
a prom dress that fits just right, but it's see-thru
fits on the floor in a sickening stupor
sick with the humor and human manure
these colors don't run blood they chase ya
cuck your dude, cut off head, make you pay up
all the way up. see the way i see it..these freaks gotta go, best believe it
angel of michelangelo wept
angle the piece a little more left, correct
up jumped the transplant
pieces of jennifer's trust fund and tramp stamp
piling up in bus tubs and handsinks
overflow greasetrap. please tap the vein
an heir to the smack, a beast on cocaine
it'd be so insane if we took it to the next one
a beast with a weapon: a nightmare or stepson
someone who ain't seen shit yet, ya dig
these fools gotta learn: it's the show, not the gig
you work your whole life just to trash an empire
i must not retire before the psychosis sets in
i upset the cycle and pissed on the blessings
i touched on subjects and i fingered the witness
are you into fitness whole dick down your throat?
take with you only the goat.....bloodied and altered
i'll burn down this city cuz ain't shit sustainable
i yearn for a whimsy that's no longer obtainable
mankind, kane, abel and ill bill on pay-per-view
make dr. octagon look fucking rectangular
random weapons and cage match spectacular!!!
standard messaging rates, stats and attributes
integrate nice into these shit-littered streets
((i used Audacity to make all these beats))
cuz what's not free, i steal. turn the left cheek
bless this halal meal. hoes depress me
take it out on plexiglass, scribe the technique
halloween ain't til manana, lent is next week
giving up on gotham might be good for my health
no need to plant roots when i'm plenty fruity myself.
©fuck your label. forever