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Hrm×11
Brand new crisp beef and brocks
piss on 'em
Season box tickets
teeth and socks
whiz kiss on 'em
Silver green argyle
yank fitted edit
Anything he spitted at
kilted-ed it
dead it
Stomp gators
a little more complicated-er
Competition slayer
no paid for no pleasure hater
Later, we don't listen to no demos
And don't know why folks keep missin' these new memos
Work wit' me
wittingly jerk a whole city cripple
Hit a key in C, perk a 'ole titty nipple
G stacks, sheets one feet in a street still
Three crack beats heat from here to Peekskill
To eat with mills
and a heap of cheap thrills
Ballin' in a gutter like, 23in Jeep wheels
All in together bruh
keep from out the rain
If you can't speak the weather of the pain from the smotherer
Lover, who needs a stronger umbrella
Put it on the list so nothin' wrong he'll ever tell 'ya
Any song he sells 'ya from his brain is the zaniest
Villainous, the arcane-iest, miscellaneous
Main vein bust
maintaining the grain dust
As he gingerly touch the paintbrush
the mange crust
Dange', what's the deal?
And suggest the numbers
Front us somethin' real for a peak of summer thumperers
Got it? Good then
720 credit spotted in the hood again
knocks to the bin
Once the guitar part starts to leak quartz
Hunter orange Carhartt complete with fatigue shorts
Double thick cap to match with the pocket top
Stay up in the aim to get maimed when the rocket drop
Akh, it's a shame
got the goggle frames
transition lenses
It's not a game
carpool lane
whizzes in Benz's
His intentions is tremendous
but will he sway?
This invention as horrendous as a filthy lay
It extends just past the fringes of the milky way
Ninjarous
best to not offend us
have a ilky day
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