Ur not great now & won’t be in Time. These fists bring u to a stop, faker
Way these hands go to work on cogs, could have credentials as a watchmaker
U never been on track. See them clouds in the air? Wand ain’t leave a survivor
I just pull the stick before smoke start rising. that’s no steam train driver
Decapitate this clown like a horror flic. It’s spooky here u scared
All I gotta do is stand up & u fold quicker than movie theatre chairs
Crew all armed to the teeth & trust u don’t fuck with these guys
Ur wig be doin 360s. no Bob, Braided Bun or Beehive
Bros need to cover me in case someone shoot and cause a commotion
U hear a pop when ur backs being watched cos ur boyfriend helps with sun tan lotion
Is the pen mightier than the blade? Either way it makes no difference
Call my tomahawk a love letter.. It’ll connect with ur heart from really long distance
Ur girl was ur Lucky Break but I got her face down & blood getting sprayed
Have the stick to her chin while she bent over the table.. ain’t no 8ball being played
Sinacog near the end. At school no one wanted to be friends
Put the metal to ur own head resembling the tin foil hat u wear at weekends
Didn’t have much time.
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