Lying to yourself, all over an image
Or we kill yo ass and throw you down in a ditch.
Your life is a product of trash
So when they get freed, we come kill yo ass
I also carry traits from my mother,
"contemplate", i wrote about her
My anxiety"ll kill me in the long run/
Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done
Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow
Snake: submit your mother fucking verse yo
I,ll win every single fight i won't get low
And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow
Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see
Bt i ll bring em back...i swear on the testimony
Better know my name i,ll be hot in the game/
I apologize i don't recollect your name
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