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Da 5'9":] I see different day sick language You a game, I'm a of Russian roulette and Kurk Cobain mixed with Bane Drenched in purple And I rearrange prints, cut ya fingers off Mail 'em to sons, kindergarten class In a Martin glass attached sayin Billy, call your dad Signed sincerely, he caught it bad He could not doubt you The alcoholic induced me in a you sweep The hostile you, see murder, my style Basquiat, shoe Our guns coming out if we not shooting Yours? Yours is out with Detox 2 we shot, woo, we shock Which one of y'all niggas wanna box the King I'll mop ya team I'm not stoppin' till drop me in a box in a mausoleum Sayin': "here lies an artist with an audience broader Joselyn's shoulders" Hip hop with the flow, related to poem The greatest to go in, favor Maybe record a poem Oprah and played it back for Raven Simone niggas! (later niggas) I got a crush on Queen cause I had a dream We gotta fuck on without the love I'm wyling on drugs It's just me and my and an obscene amount of girls You can eat our dust, we playing around the world
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I:] Yea, I see 'em too with my sixth They prowling while I'm through your housing the authority to do you horribly Leave you in 8 sections like rent While bitch bent over extending my dick's lift Doggystyle literally she make my cock expand yo And you barking up the wrong tree Nothing's three-dimensional, plain of existence The only role the clairvoyant being can see me in My lean, psychiatrics right these raps getting ghost-written By somebody residing inside of my psyche's attic Inspirin' rap that the coke get in Or it be acid, constipation No shit and it might be magic, it! Speaking of All I is a package of the Magnums and a thick snow bunny to pull off the illest rabbit in hat trick I'm verbals at you before my circles slapped you Hey, guess what I If you anti-snitch it can bring down the greatest person, that true? I so, go ask Joe Paterno statue, uh (Crazy nigga!) The instrumental's looping, I sit in a mental screws loose in my temple, sending you simpleton delusions Confusing your views simple distribution The lyrics I'm using to you
[Joell Y'all crazy man, I ain't crazy man, them Swayze man They think I'm nuts a squirrel baby hands Patting the ground, burying my ex-girl's new left testicle Next to two stands, yellin' fans Starting to rescue range of painted grand tans But that ain't the case man, I'm just tryna fans from the same damn million and 80 grams 3-80 blam while I wipe my Ray Ban's sunny cause they can't mummy I mean rap, y'all get the point E.T. back in the 80's So ease when Ortiz rap, it's the Navy, Air Force, Army in my reese pack Then an ABC opposition operative Built by the fans who feel ya'll so not that I'll so scream when your show start devour you cowards, firin' rounds from high power go karts Till your entire town's in a shower and the soap Fuck! Like the nut who sucked my blow pop Cause I'm charming and schlong felt like Kong's arm and I pulled twice Antibiotics, my is sick Recite The Bible on the cause my God I'm the shit my ipod and it skips All you hear is the house like on Amityville couch sayin' Michael you a bitch see See? Pumping thorozine, I can't see Sido, e-mail horror scenes, see C dog Thought I see red people like C.C. Sabathia's track Maybe it's a whole bunch of dead
[Joe Wonder why he different from boys My temperament's annoyed, Freud Belligerent on and Rory don't for a reason, all sentiment is void Oh and pencil when I'm coy when I enter and Watch the tape mo and took the stand, face blam Raised my left hand, spit on the Bible as I Then grabbed the mic it's over for you roaches We can close this only thing that make me crazy, they can't out a motive See I'm bipolar, you minimalize my mental Memorize the track enterprises if been inside it My flashes meat tenderized My heart will If God put my sins I swear I'll start genocide My funeral should look a general died Dog's there, let the inside And they'll say he insane Me, I'd agree with that claim my angle, but some would say he is an angel Never a fuck, druggin' way too many in my state of serenity Keep it, How can man be here the same Ain't no chokes read Fantasia with the rainbow Peeing, fleeing, the same It's 2012, Lou Ferigno, just blow in a fish bowl Headed to hell, dipped in And walk over eclipse, show me where it is You have eaten, turned into Al with a phobia of grits I dudes that never took the fall for they body Skipped childhood couldn't afford an Atari the homie, call Ferrari, try to mawl the real Paul McCartney You thought this out awkwardly Not neurotic, this And homeboy that ain't saliva, it's last week's Molly That demon I is heavy So whoever said that's a hard pill to must never met me My new "Approach With Caution" Owe me money, I resurrect if you that coffin Take my for weakness it would be your last error Wrote my thin between love and hate and mascara Give me gasoline, pliers, cleaver forget the wrench oil on his tongue, easier to get him pitched Slaughterhouse fuck, leaves you, you ain't get the Basement full of insides, freezer of ligaments Let that be a warning if you eager to rich Gut you niggas whole you Febreeze just to rid the Your devoured, work magic a weapon And I'm as indecisive as D Howard you bleed Be certain if you see a guy lurking through your blinds and It's Tyler Durden, and verbal, can't merge and emerge as if it's just insemination Only here for revenge cause to him it's just Pissed off and annoyed he was goin' in By a virgin menstuating as a nurse racing Truman Show his whole life, watch the And one way of fuckin' the world, no penetration know what to make of you The six is equal in life form but way more than unbreakable
The game of the super group is being right now, my nigga House gang, right pops, let me talk my shit before we go off Alright pops I guess that's shit talking what I mean Y'all know,