Yellow feathers splittin letters like big bird
Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard
I know you just doing your job
An antidote or anecdote?
My shirt, purple label my shirt
Too stoned to kill a bird/
But then they'll get my mom for 18 years of possession
When my minions meet the living and have terrible tension
Like a bird without a cage
I'm autumn leaves change
You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights
Wicked lines thicker than vines, sicker than despicable signs
Put me in a headlock, then i thought of my guinea pig
Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic
Here's the answer and the antidote:
This be the realest shit i ever wrote
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