At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses
Turn you niggas into urns, my furnaces re-furnish,
Dial up words but they're not in service
I'm not even fucking joking i don't play around in verses
From vespucci beach, then i might resort to felony
And then the intensity of the boiling hot density,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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