these idiots suck, but i always keep that passive fire...
i laugh at biters that craft what i don't even keep as scratch,
peepin drafts that i let pass n' expire
It's your ass on the line when i'm airing my laundry...
i mean my threads keep flow while yours wrinkles, lacks n' gets dryer
I'm back with my moniker's graff on the flyer
moniter fads while i harp on the classics i left back to get higher.
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Ahem.
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