Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from
The type of shit that causes mass confusion
Highest form of affection, physical connection
Hoping someday i too will be the "center of attention"
I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one
They don't wanna see their boy john in the center of a missing persons column
69. but still busting raps in the retirement center,
Ain't no one in my circle that can say they perform better
Im a mass murderer of this shit
You can feel it via spirit
Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys
Mass quantities of fags come from the wack colonies
So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile
Center of their scull and watchem fall into their own pool a blood while
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