| I watch her eat it out with a full tongue and a small taste of the devil’s food,
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| come and get ya some
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| Little girl big mouth, buried alive (she's forever young)
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| I watch her eat it out with a full tongue and a small taste of the devil’s food,
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| come and get ya some
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| Hush, don’t say a word
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| The man with the knowledge in his hand higher than the birds, higher than the
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| three story bedroom in the burbs and you can peep inside this woman’s window it
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| would be absurd
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| What kind of mysteries get revealed in an instant, classic devil in sheep’s
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| clothing unmasking and basking in all of the nonsense and plastic in a temple
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| of mental anguish slow pain with stained with the fatal thoughts made your
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| heart get tangled by a mayor with the fatal plot and bumping your anal box a
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| boner flew it in my car a raider, call it anal rock I ate a crotch in the
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| dungeon of the neighborhood watch
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| I could be saving ya slot but ya may never know it
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| I’m not giving a fuck about those who pretend to be hot but that bitch is cold |
| a silver bullet and wood stake for ya brain will explode
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| Master of manipulation, crafter of a situation
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| Higher with a desire of acquiring some information
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| On another man but you can’t understand how to keep you mouth shut let a slut
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| be a slut
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| Let a hoe be a hoe, aye yo that ain’t yo business
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| You wanna go pro, you the number one witness
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| Every crime scene, every rhyme scheme, internet troll behind a keyboard with
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| evilish eye beams
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| Admiring and hiding, capturing the skills of my teams, antagonizing me and my
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| dreams my craft rules, everything around me crave I get the honey side do my
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| thing
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| Just a glory hole crash test dummy
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| I’m the king of my own lane and the mundane after chasing fame I’ll make your
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| bitch pay for a new switchblade and I’ll stick you with it if you get in my way
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| no hesitation elimination be gone (GO AWAY!!!)
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| Little girl big mouth, get ya tongue ripped out
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| Split mouth when I fist pound talk some shit now
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| Sick how you talking shit about hoes I dick now
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| Every time I hit town, you the first to give a pound |
| Split crowns when I spit rounds spin you fitted round wicked sounds study my
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| lyrics (they all critics now)
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| Make you wanna click ya mouse, feeling top flipping out I dick around and have
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| ya grandmoms waving her wig around
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| I pick up ya hatred, jealousy, frustration, got you patiently waiting,
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| salvating and heart-racing
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| Just see if I’mma make you just say shit, embrace it, I’m bout to be ya lady’s
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| new favorite |