He put his hands back on his bitch, my caravan doors open up, I jumped back in the van and closed it shut, Goin reverse, slowly prepared, My nigga Jungle utters out somethin crazy like, "Go he there". Sittin in back of this chair, we hittin the roach, the smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth
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He listens to voices inside of his mind
Explicit and poisonous violent crime.
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