i'll gladly die a thousand times multipied by 5, tenfold for you
i'd gladly take the weights off of you and carry the heavy load for you
I'd gladly kill and live for you, torture and be tortured all just for you
so i had to just inform you that i need your love, and support
and to your journeys godspeed above and below.

That's just a love poem for the women of RB


The title's fuck what you heard cuz truth be told
must of ya pussies claim to buck that bird that's bald
and you know when it comes to pressure ya back folds
quicker then when kids making paper planes i lack foes
so beef is a non-existence in my life i only deal wit that on
non-sense fools making no sense since they lost they common
album and niggas talkin shit is too much of a common problem
I suggest you solve that shit quick be4 a M-I-C rip happens
andya go to ya homies missin body part talkin "can you lend an eye"
or "can you extend da deadline" cuz it's past they bed time even
if you were superman you thru me can cuz my body's lead lined
and with skin as hard as stone and metal and i ain't talkin but the
beetles mixed with marylin manson band baby niggas still fetal and
immature little men.

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