I'd pistol whip you with the picture of a pistol
swerve on you heavy fam. I'm so about that life that life wrote a book about me wigga. I'm a hell of a thing to happen to a person. You too Destroyer. I'd turn you into a banana boat if we ever crossed bows scrappy. I hope a solar flare hits your house and knocks out your pacemaker
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KNOW YOUR MAKER BEFORE YOU'RE MADE TO
I know the ledge, his sister's a jumpoff
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