Brains spill, spurt, forming projected blood drought's!
Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours
Smoke floods, with a gust, the town is buzzed,
The day before is better than the present
Mapping the next cut on his arm, he rubs the razor along, it floods.
That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds
To the point of leaving battlefield barren like repeated droughts
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