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		alright syntext hers a few in oldest to newest form 
 
 
fairy tales that i wrote?, then you just bullshitted- 
stayin committed to be a fake prince?- 
take hints, when you were dethroned you been a snake since- 
now you taking shots at me- 
talk is cheap, glocks are deep- 
an apology,… is not needed, cuz in your dream i was heated- 
waited till you pulled out your gun- 
pulled out mine, u pleaded, I didn’t give fuck, shot one- 
burned your forehead, i left, fuck that went back and shot more lead till you so red- 
 
 
 
 
i spit life drainin lyrics so you stay hidden- 
you spit pussy gay ass shit so i stay spittin- 
so listen and stay sittin- 
youre bullshittin and ima continue hittin- 
youre wack and you stand up?- 
put your hand on your dick and feel your nuts blow off- 
your gay lyrics got you in this shit plus, you a show off- 
i got you thinking im so soft?- 
howd i do that?, you must me overdosin on zoloft- 
shut the fuck up and keep my name out ya mouth- 
before  go off on you and show you what im really about. 
 
 
 
 
Its only necessary to pull out my bestiary all aimed at Legendary not even left secondary- 
Clean homicide, no trace left, a body with nothing to hide with the face of death- 
Still the investigation is hasted, but nothing found, time wasted- 
See ledge that’s what happens when the stage is set- 
And a vet goes up against a clearly no hearted souljah- 
Being sent dearly so departed I scold ya- 
I told ya, got a protective aura so you spit I don’t get fazed- 
I spit one line, get dazed, too much haze- 
Left crazed, seems like you’re stuck in a maze- 
But ways to get out but your blinded-  
So hard you try but you can’t find em- 
You run but the lyrics give chase, you’re faced with two ways- 
You stop, spit back, and hopefully you don’t get placed- 
Or you keep runnin and keep your pace- 
Either way you’re fucked, no point in stayin ducked- 
Your stuck in a split decision-  
Putting you out of commission- 
Cuz I doubt you mod workin is weaker than you dissin- 
Too much whishin your brain ultimately dissolves- 
Cold metal leanin on your head, blast with the magnum that revolves- (magnum revolver)    
 
 
what do u think am i in? 
		
	
		
		
		
		
		
	
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