Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry
I will fight swinging while your shit singing and showing off your bling and shit i
It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks
I bring the meat, you bring the cabbage, i bring the heat, you bring the draft picks,
Bring bling & sling feelings like we're healing/
Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing
This psychopath will bring the wrath
You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass
A military mind mean money
These other cats bring blasphemy
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