untold's the faggot queer of the stratosphere, I cry magma tears
rip your heart out and rhyme acapella over your corpse, king kong aint got shit on me
timbaland your chestplate, take the mannie fresh outta your main arteries and the soul that pumps through it. kick yer granny in an olympic pool then toss her a life line while she frantically presses her life line button, use her nightgown as a parashoot as I make my escape simultaneously shooting parrots eating carrots I don't care if they rot
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KNOW YOUR MAKER BEFORE YOU'RE MADE TO
I know the ledge, his sister's a jumpoff
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