Purgatory

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Fifty on my hip like a crucifix to compel the demons
Named the blicky Jason cause when it pops an opp they tend to drop
I'm not like those goonies cause I drip ichor when I bleed
Godly flow, I'm young hercules, twelve labors I got a shot for each
Beyblade metal fusion, if the goon's got a problem then I draw my tool and let the clip rip
I never will trip
They must think I'm sick
Let's go hit that scene and then go shoot a flick
Hit these licks, after the stains we swish
They're ignorance is bliss
I just might make this one a clip, not with my blick
Flame wars on twitter always start the tap or the click
Youngins' skip school to work the corner and sell a few bricks
Whatever it is though they shoot their shots and miss
Under-serving the itchin' junkies less than they deserve
Say I'm wrong about these opps that flip and fold faster than omelets
Don't step on the court with any exploits cause when I find it I will always be on it
These rounds don't fit the blick so I change them like a topic
Cast spells as I'm under the radar, they all know I am a hobit
Put one in the lung, watch him hit the deck like a fish as he's floppin'
They be slippery like buttery popcorn but don't pop out when you show em' was' poppin'
This man's on fire somebody must stop him!
Like a high school girl somebody knocked him!
It's the black plague, bodies are droppin'
I'm slightly confused repeat the question before I make things hectic
Whenever they want beef I send em' to Arbys
They think it's a game show on tv so I must be the Harvey
The one's that attempt to put me down know I mean more
Yes I mean more but this brand on me is lookin' like dior
Bang! onomatopeia,she's dumb fine from Costa Rica
Didn't know her name so I pulled up like "Hola chica!"
All of you haters are basic
Visco girls is what y'all are just face it
Everyone wants a seat at the high table
The clowns keep pursuing but they never will make it
I might have ADHD cause I can't stay in the same places
Every female I've been with tends to have multiple faces
Two different masks hidden behind their pretty faces
Doing the dash, how can you keep up with these fast paces?
Not even cappin', so many things are consistently changing
I hate this!
Matrix these thots like the bullets to the brain of an opp
He just ain't this
Throwin' up a false set like a prophet when he's with his clowns
Where is my crown?
Hey you squire!, Pull up and pass my rose gold crown
This ain't no Stephen King, you won't float down here you will drown
He thinks he's the man, walkin' around real proud
His confidence will be kept on high till his spirit floats to the sky
Hammer kickin' back faster and harder, I may have got me a Bruce Lee
I'm grabbin' my raid to exterminate that block of its fleas
Watch me flip my wrists like gymnatics doing tricks
Just like lickitung I put on some black air forces to hit a big lick
Me or the beat? I can't tell which one is sicker
My body's a plant and my arms are the stems
And it's those stems that are in the need of some water
Youngin' couldn't shut his mouth that boy was a martyr

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