All I hear is- friend or follow me, network and hashtags, stick you for your net worth, trick or treat with a trashbag/
mommy can we please go to rhymecamp? Go ask dad. This is climbing with no crashpad, damn I need that cash bad/
move past that, loot is the root of the evil men do. You doodoo with that pencil? My goonies will come and get you/
spit voodoo with needles sent to turn people to human pretzels. The footage ends up on YouTube free for a week then it's rental/
this is special. I regret to inform you your run is over. Number retired hung from the wires above the culture./
The best way to put it cold as a snow covered coca-cola, mc's exploded folded flag at the foot of the unknown soldier/
still hold a chip on my shoulder that's larger than Oklahoma. The look in my eyes should've told you I'll probably broken bone ya/
outspoken for a stoner a loner dotty, a rebel. Proud owner of my own devils and demons they keep me level./
know Stephen won't ever settle for less than a precious metal. Accelerate push the pedal won't stop till I'm pushin petals/
sooner than later red'll turn green and we can break free. Still tryna decide if I make the rhymes or the rhymes make me./
lately I got feeling that I won't get home safely, so I'm taking my mind off safety and gratefully dedicating/
premeditated hatred both sacred and sacrilegious. I'm way past just smacking bitches and basically back in business...
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