Come from ghettoes and broken home, we're the roses grown,
Like that drop out who created my phone
Torture him till his only remains was a carcass
I rose out of the darkness
Just another day poisonin the minds of ever ready virgins
Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions
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