Your guardian angel I spit game to the heavenly bitches
tellin them chill girl the clips rain & Im deadin these bitches
but 7 in your wife with the other 7 in your mistress...
theres so much to game you have to learn my blessed apprentice
if 9 of them witness then thats fucked with a capital h brah
thats a battle for 8 odds sending them off to based god
praise the spaceships & apricots I got another bone to pick
the point is a bowl of shit you can put that on all your paper bwoi
my joints play DJ before the beat down I tell ya make some noise
I sip poison with a broken lip that splits with the daily word
lick wounds with salt in a tequila shot with & catered worm...
for 20 years in that bottle he sat, you gotta pay homage to that
treat a sweet 16 between where you would bondage that ass.
I got a problem with cats but my dawgs howl if you wantin them scraps
I send prayers with the ashes & the rest of this sunrise.
if I blow on them bastards the mirrors pop like SURPRISE!!!
you bound to shower in that shit, Lebroning in the freshest whiff
takeover like pestilence, strike...shut up Donnie...your out of your element
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.....laugh....and the world laughs with you
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