I can tell that you are holding out..
the way your tongue is rolling out, bowling down..
taste buds, taste suds, & then I wake up
draw a smiley face on my forehead, my minds made up
wait up..I swear I left a corpse here
I been digging up so many holes I could start a morgue here
twisted in your words, there must be a mic cord near..
something to strangle & dangle the body
because at this angle it's fatal to stop me
all bets on the table, this is labeled a hobby
the situation is a burden & the wording is gone
the outcome is perfect, & it's curtains for y'all
why is there always a person perching near God
tryna ride a giants shoulder
tryna play the quiet soldier
but nah...nah son that ain't even working..
I'll fuck with your heart & leave your cleavage hurting
prepare for the money shot
straight out the money pot..
they say I'm good, good, good gummy drops
this isn't what anybody wants
but they got it
close down shop cause I cornered the market
grab the blunt and then spark it
you holdin' this shit...but I just sharted
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