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<<Brainstorm>> Round 2...
Round 2...
The top of the food chain, if I feel any pain I strain to move past it// Purple haze scatta thru my veins to my brain, like the fast lane in the traffic// Walk around like a G your a joke, its a classic// You just proved to me exactly what takin out trash is// While you in and out of jobs, Im in and out of plastics// Rollin in no whip, so ya crib is tha only thing you crashin// Man this shit can get graphic// Put air holes in ya body you'll look like a Muslim dat just fasted// I preach like pasteur// And i aint gunna crack on ya momz, but to tell tha truth ya fathers a dead bastard// Nigga you a bitch ass cracker, so ima put you on blast kid// But you served me in past, so ill leave the tip on ya casket// |
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