Side ache, time, dates sprinkled on top of lifes garden
my squadron likes to pop shots when the fights startin'
My pardon, beg for it while others give an arm & leg for it
I amp yo team happily and cue the chainsaw in a dead forest
withered pages ripped away from these bitter mages..
turn you to porcelain Kardashian when I aim to lift your faces
book the trainers, arms took by razors they look on brazzers..
you bout to get fucked as I glide by, get shook, ankle breakers
I'm a disease ridden fiend hittin these weak chillren...
bored..
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