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Sinacog
Thinking I’d ‘faded to the corner’ when I still had a ‘streak left’.
I can ‘drop a round’ in smoothly, right ‘over these heads’
It’s the devils lettuce, heaviest metals celery, son.
When Dope Master’s the rap you better let it be blunt.
Rhymes to ‘get you mad’, don’t ask “Can D’ bar out?” cuz I’m fucking on attack.
They’ll need animal control to get this ‘monkey off his back.’
Sinacog a little lost, its a certainty I’ll surely whip em.
He can ‘enter god’s house with a piece from the ‘stick’ like circumcision.