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Bangs like bikini attol
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IP:
Dont know if its gonna be what you think its gonna be.. But word anyway....
I'm sick to death of this bullshit, it isnt funny.
I'm fucking stuck without drugs & no money.
Unemployed, bout to kill somebody.
LIke fucking toys, that got cash writing wack raps.
Dumb cats lick my fucking nut sack.
I live for cut back; but fuck that.
I just wanna smoke dope, I love rap & cant stand.
To put up with being sober 24/7..
I wanna smoke all day,
Get drunk as fuck cause its heaven.
When I'm happy, but money just isnt happenin.
I'm flat broke, ready to actually choke.
Cats with a rope, bash their back to a yoke.
This passion I spoke, with rapping it goes.
& explodes attacking my foes.
Sometimes, I wonder why I was put on this earth.
A crook to dispurse, a verse pushing you worse than at first.
Hurting diverse, ranges of people.
Its plain that I'm evil, aiming to beat you.
With razor blades to defeat you.
Then eat through; your deals drill you for real.
I've still to reveal, full levels of ill in my skill.
Kill or be killed, listen I'm infinite feel?
Itching to spill, envision this thrill.
I get.
& I aint even fucking begun yet.
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