Lol...My turn, yes?
Ayo...
Divide up the hash in a napkin, after doin' 6 lines of aspirin
Then I fucked you Bodey...Until I blew up, like some angry Afghan
I got a knack for revenge, Stabbin' cats now that I'm back from the fringe
No more havin' gats, So these haphazard bastards can't get blasted or singed
Just slashed & lacerated, pieces break off of you like grass in the wind
Stoic faced as I stab you, but your ass can bet that I'm maskin' a grin
As I clasp it & niggas askin' why I lashed in this thread?
I'll just say I trashed it,
I'm a fuckin' demon that evil wouldn't ask or befriend
A supreme prophecy, in degrees mockishly
Similar to the Jesus theocracy
The sky is the limit with verses ma, so let's start rocketin'.
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