Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though
About to block your light till you dont even have your shadow
My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow
That doesn't wanna let go so this shadow
It ain't with me you're fighting with but my verbal skill's shadow,
Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though
Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun
I grasp the defining soul of demon,
Out of this coviction of feelings
Before we see it's hard to live
While scheming on hits
Words cannot describe my feelings
Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt
The demon in me finally awakened
Most of you are heartbroken, stop the rapping, and start smoking.
Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing
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