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ill roll through Neighbors hood in a gran torino gripping the oozie
But it ain't a fair fight..
cause hes holding the same guns that Clint held at the end of the movie |
I'm over this shit. My strap can make a ghost of you kids.
While neigh is kicking chyeahhh out the car cuz the strap won't fit over his chin |
Super fail for chinemax
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Ill plummel and bruise fig..obsessed with another dudes chin
Ill send a team of have nots at this half knot and tie up this loose end |
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Chyeahhh tackles conspiracies, like what connects his chin to these Egyptian kings? But homie, you're out of your league with that missing link. |
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My jordans shine like a motherfucker, u know those u wish u had on ur feet, that mint shit niggaz kill for, that shit on my feet nigga Holler |
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I keep the dick on my Palm. Call me dick Palm Samuel
I keep the dick on your mom. Call me dick mom Manuel. |
See I have them cuz I like them and I can
I've accomplished my goals and live happy U however live in constant fear, u don't let ur kids enjoy their childhood with ur psycho bullshit, do u know what it is to be happy? But yo that shit on my feet straight heat |
I lol'd, fig
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Ill blat the fluckin Nbiru drones with rat mother pheremones,
fluck yah whole life up w/ bad threads like gas oven trailer homes |
Get lit up by my spit, punk. My ether'll leave'a cherry on your soul.
I'm roasting these kids flowing like this. Neigh' just wants to know if their parents know they smoke. |
foil foil tin Reynolds wrap kettle black
The real conspiracy's spoiled when I peddle cash for pebble crack |
Gave your mom the STD. I mean that super thick dick!
While you were in the room, but off to the side like super script print. |
Son that's a seventroople metaphor
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Chyeahhh and Neigh, one car, sharing played gun bars
Talking bout actors, you more like Sharon Tate, cunt tard N u'll share her fate when I take a knife and tear away your lumbar |
Eating meat out of paper bags. See me with the laser gat
Drive by while at the same time jacking off. That's gay, I'm fat. |
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Smoking rolled diapers, I'm a known tither
I blow geysers if I see an old biker in a low rider |
I drop a key with apostraphes. Grammar on point.
Fuck your girl while rocking Red Wings... She ain't a fan of Detroit |
Fig is a gay, fat, Mexican pothead
That laser gat means ur brains are zapped Check that you're not dead. |
Wittys mom Fucked him with a rubber dong
In the middle of the night in his race car bed like, somethings wrong. |
I'm going to work now, but don't go berserk
I'm know to put a verse down that'll blow like splits mom |
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A bird nigga who should be put in a cage for what comes outta his beak |
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in your staring face. Don't mug hard. I'm barely sane. I WANT cause to share my pain. These drugs aren't sparing hate from none. Hearts get marinated. Sun charred and serenaded by Pun songs while I barricade my front lawn long enough to prepare and taste your love. Dark. |
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What happens when you lose to me? I figure you'll weep Your sister fingers ur ring in ur sleep, pinky in deep Next day pain lingers, smearing on some cream to bring it relief |
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Buzz Killington.
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