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I never had friends 'til now
I never had to steal endz, that's foul
I walk the with the baseball bat feelin' secure
But I try not to fights that's immature

Actions come back to haunt
I work hard to get the things that I want, and never
Never post where the most guys post
I my focus towards the ground, and pound
Any brother my ace to my face

if snakes on the unda', I try not to wonda'
Trainin' my brain wit' mental
Strange, it's rather eerie, just a whim
I the hymn
with the dealers and the squealers and the jockeys
I can take the out the carbonated copy

Imprints are made in the sand as I
Dim hints reveal grand as I talk
Small individuals seem
When take charge of their antics
them gigantic

So you never suspect their neck bein'
So situated thoughts in the brain
Heavy weight gain, so I train
'Cause to me the gain is a great gain

And I hate individuals
Close they to new aromas
I got the salts that are prone ta'
Clear the nasal,

probably make a raise to a new level
And see the true
Any color ya wish because the devil any shape
Any form, any

Ride over your like a picnic
I the sick shit, I had my wrist slit
a suicide, but I survived and you can too
Plan to live a life free of anxieties
While at it try to keep an eye on me

The man with meditation skills wastin'
Lyrical liquid, streams wit' dreams
And I will cream whoever wicked
Oral floral arrangements is strange

You don't have the
I will and lynch them
I'm not the one gun totin'
'Cause I contain within my these computations
as potent

The torturer, of course
You will me
Mr. Twister places pictures
Mental of photography

Shitty little bitties never get their clitties
But I don't they'll resist
Mr. when I flex my verbal techs
Exit anorexic
I cater to the imbecile, so you can bet this
Is a buster, pain thruster, strain twister

Overwhelming pressure between the
When I touch the microphone, I might
The usage of if it is convenient
I slant and it
Like a lever when I leave ya

By my cleaver
I survived the and the either
Now let me take a
my own little world, little girls, little boys
Stay of hurries, free of worries

riddle poised for posterity
Where are we, goin' from
As a ho, and I don't
And that's the fear
When I'm into darkness
Now I'm askin' can I spark

It's D E L,
Hieroglyphics y'all
Sayin'