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One I despise is virgin suicide
Shere is something that the wind cries
The way I collect is like a threat
meanin if you have my doe
i'm a blow fa
You have heat when you hang with this villian
meaning that its cold when I'm
the feelin'
Slipped down on a banana
I seen them dead on the floor with the skeated to the

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

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

t with the vestes feature
miesha it its the god of Khan
Chuck Taylor down like the
feeling,
slip up and down like the peelin,
you got a homie what you dealin
man the bathroom
with the blunt wrapped in it
Its like with his spinach
run around like you playing
and you still aint
international keep the party crackin its pistachios
the freaks got it poppin a fashion show
make a move with me birdy baby, the dough,
like a
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 dope
dirty worm
weed collide the sun and the moon
and I'm still trippin of that room with the on the ceiling
ya feelin'
my chuck got me creepin
and rap
come through and you stunned
and in
and leave my heart on the like the lost glock
in the of wood man u did what you could
with the you got are you cold or hot
put it with the plot, and got knocked
and to jail naked in ya shoes and socks
left it up to ya woman man to ya rocks
and the turned the spot into a hot box
Chuck Taylors All Stars and hard
make my way to the bar and you are
ya fillin

Hey give me some of them shoes