I'll kill you for your weed, for a bag I'll have ur hoe lynched
And when I shoot her up that purp'll rain...no prince
And no prints, when I blast a tool and make you sink to hell
Or lift you so high in the sky you'll never never land...tinkerbell
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He listens to voices inside of his mind
Explicit and poisonous violent crime.
Last edited by Witty; 07-16-2015 at 02:39 PM.
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