killin bitches while im twistin flippin names yo
leavein meteors fallin with skills like a tornado
this crazy bastard wit midwest winds-hear the chimes
you live where i live but like these T's aint in my state of mind
michigan, aka the dirty mitten, wit t's they aint be gettin
besides the times like when i be rippin
this kids blatently dumb me killin him should be a sin
by my song he gone...
better close your eyes like dust in the wind

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