I Chill in Asylums
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IP:
My artilleries watch over my soul like god and his angels
people freeze like statues and be like vines that tangel
wrapped around me like a bangel get at me from an angle
my words are my souljahs sent straight from the heavens
my pen and my pad are always around me twenty four seven
like the shadows following me causing mayhem and destruction
making eruptions from earthquakes with chaos corruption
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