every single link you think is the brink of your expulsion
is smothered cause ya mother aint even here to bear your sulking
whos bulking up, exposing your exposure to the world
how do they let me control my composure and spit like vultures to this girl
its in my culture to puncture 16 holes in ya lungs'n, then come around and punch ya,
with glass inside my knuckles that'll cut ya ,who chucked ya?
over his shoulder then pumped ya, like Lil Jon, i crunked ya, and like Michael J, i f*cked ya
its done now, these people still waitin for the showdown, but how?
i have ya like a crowd of 40 clowns...spittin no sound
this crown has been found and wound up on the ground
i guess ill have to pick it up and put it, where it should be put down


blah dont really care....no personals....coz i dont really caaarree..

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