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Boredom, now let me think of all the ways that i could flip that name...

Bored to death, it seems that way, how ima rip it till you meet that grave.

So dont get it twisted, this aint a figurative death,

this is boredom sinking into his literal end.

You never see daylight anyways, except for the crack under your basement door,

Where I'm in the crack of your favorite whore

You can't handle the sight of fig in her,

Like you can't handle the sight of my signature