Carolina where i made it from
Marshall faulk, steven jackson
The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist
Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest
I wanted a brother my mother i told her
But in the end, you left me in the fryer/
I fight in a pool sweat just like jacob and his angel
Spit it like i get it from the bible for your survival
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