Spit magic im dumbledore run the game til my foot sore
Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore
And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for
Just one hit from me, and youll be six foot under
Imbue a march, right foot then left foot,
Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took
Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot
This information is vital, look
6 foot something, in his forties and real slim
With no receivers had the pickin of a option
Dig a six foot hole for a bitch ass troll
Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll
I'm not flying sky high, i'm only four foot nine
Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine
Ammunition in graceshh, move without a sound
Raise a hill place my foot in the sand creating a mound,
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