Ill lace ya weed wit crack..n u wont be shinin sonny
You'll be passed out on tha floor..while i ransack ya money
Im speakin these words to god...speak less religion
N ill shit on u from high above...like i was a pigeion
My flow is sweet ya shit is slow...fucking tart
Dimebags its sonny kid...and you still dont spit hot
HAHA that was some lame shit...but hey who u blamin?
Ill have you looking picture perfect the way i be framing

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A LIFE OF CHRYME