Tell me the truth, can you find the proof in a angel
As she stares deep into your pupils & hates you
the soul alone causes such a dispute that its shameful...
to result to these lame ideas that you use as a gate to...
Lucifers cradle, I shook it & took a boot to his navel
you looking at the man that made it out of Dantes Inferno
then I penned each thought into an officers journal
fuck knocking boots now Ill make sure these moccasins hurt you
I want to be like you too & enjoy this gossip thats infernal
blow up cause my bombs is internal the opposite of external
I dont need to bust shots Ill make sure that oxygen hurts you
my thoughts is lost in whirl you become crossed from a girl
theres a pocket in my turtle & there is a shell in the kangaroo
I bring so much heat now I make lobsters melt into a tank of goo
beats me where the fuck they have been ranking you...
Ive seen better embarrassments on youtube of crotch kicks
you mad because my type is so goddamn useful & obnoxious
I could go on for days but would rather tell you to kick rocks bitch
they say dude is cuckoo for all this I say Im bored outta my cockpit
my flow impeccable while chewing up weed edibles
Im a beast, a general, with a seasoned desk of food
Im diseased incredible on speed in a centrifuge
leapyears ahead of you sending a press release & interviews
to the police & Dexter dudes that need an extra boost
of energy for this run that seems inevitable....
what....idk
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.....laugh....and the world laughs with you
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