hat's off to the dab-bong w/a strap on parachute
I'd share the noose, but its latched onto terror's roots
bad odds, prepare the juice- fuckin legend to sharks
never knew one bet would get'me dead as this bar
w/e. started taking royals w/some wet in a jar
no one could help. s'like robin tryin to rescue jafar
Crush your crown w/my fingers. Down to earth Jesus.
On the couch w/ya fetus. about to go eat it
empty stomach on this diet of steady nothing
can see it & smell it but something won't let me touch it
press the button. sold my soul for next to nothing
text is butter....drop a deuce and catch a blumpkin
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"black as midnight..black as pitch
blacker than the soul of the foulest witch"
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