Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing
Most of you are heartbroken, stop the rapping, and start smoking.
Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang
(20th century demon man)
I am the shadow that lingers around
So i turn to look and find out
It ain't with me you're fighting with but my verbal skill's shadow,
You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row
You are lookin a little sad,
Can't win with a passive attack
And she stripping, go to college
A hollow demon bitch
But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat
Do just feeling a little sad
Words cannot describe my feelings
Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six
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