Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest
It came so close to being the end
don't think about better close your mind/
You can search but you'll never find
"you were malcolm, its not even close"
Man i swear she's bad and she knows
Ethnic whites in new york city, tight-knit, keep close,
Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those
I'm just trying to focus
Close your eyes my face is
Jesus what a fucking close call,
Didn't do a thing at all
Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings
This baphomet devil isn't close to benevolence,
He's the junior king standing out shouting on the balcony
A close family, and never more unrelenting agony.
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