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One thing I despise is virgin
Shere Khan is that the wind cries
The way I collect is a bomb threat
if you don't have my doe
i'm a fa show
You better have when you hang with this villian
meaning that its when I'm chillin
the feelin'
Slipped down on a peelin
I them dead on the floor with the blood's skeated to the

I was like yo how that
Chuck taylors down gotta on rapin
The one bullet, the place at the right time
can turn a hell of a into a flat line
my don't pump no blood
it weed and gasoline, Nicky Nickitine
man can twist yo spleen
tell that to the freaky jeans, know what I mean
It's kind of ironic, a phone call for the chronic
And let my tigers hold the gin and
man i curse so in blasphemy
but I do what the rap ask me
Have heart, have
have heart if you dont have muscle bite the ear in the

no love or passionate, blow weed in the face of the badest
yet like a cd, I try not to get sleepy
on the grind when it's creepy, street gods wanna me
pocahantes makin money for me in the tee pee
My All Star Chuck Taylors, they lace like the
ball court player
rapinfied sayer
you be Nicky man no favor, real poppa
I like Jimmy Hopper
on Easter
pants in the starch to increase her

t shirts the vestes feature
check it its the god of Khan
Chuck down like the Ramidan
feeling,
slip up and like the banana peelin,
you got a scheme homie what you
man the tinted
with the blunt dope in it
Its like with his spinach
run around like you tennis
and you still finished
international keep the crackin like its pistachios
the freaks got it poppin a fashion show
make a move with me birdy baby, the dough,
a linebacker
i got a gift a blind jacker
put a whole new six
at south pole the lock jaw
in the kitchen the rock raw
you me of cocaine and do do stains,
man its the shitty dealer
dirty catapilla
weed collide like the sun and the
and I'm still trippin of room with the blood on the ceiling
ya feelin'
my chuck got me creepin
and rap
come through and leave you
and in
and leave my heart on the block the lost glock
in the of wood man u did what you could
with the little you got are you or hot
put it down with the plot, and got
and to jail naked in ya shoes and socks
left it up to ya man to move ya rocks
and the freak the spot into a hot box
Chuck Taylors All and hard stars
make my way to the bar and you are
ya fillin

Hey sister me some of them shoes