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Bangs like bikini attol
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IP:
practicin topicals to maybe do some topical battles..
i woke up, fucked up.. pitch black is all i saw..
no room to get up... bodys colder then santa claws
on all fours, i try to bash my back against the roof
an i got proof... cuz I knocked out my old gold tooth
smooth... im thinkin who the fuck did this silly shit
soon as i get out.. i swear ima cut em to a milli bits
like sunken ships... runnin off...develous anger n rage...
and my styles quite marvelous when im bangin the guage..
but fuck that... im trapped... runnin outta air fast...
an my bodys gettin exausted like a clogged gas mask..
has my time passed? questions goin through my head quick..
end my wick... say goodbye spewin up thinkin sick shit..
and as my bodies shakin cold im reminissin on the ol times..
and with my last breath... im spittin bout my death wit new rhymes..
next topic.... depression...
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