My homeboy brave he annoy brothers so he in grave like others
Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
No not the heiress just one from an escort service
Ever since i wrote raps first, i knew i'd write perfect verses,
Bow your heads-i see the lines of my beaten artist hearses.
At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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