Promise me hearts, blood starts, release splattered arts
I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms
With artillery to disclose the nobility of this arts history
Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree
Rapping like im practicing dark arts
All on the furniture with no regards
After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment
Even with my martial art #discipline, im #vicious and
Martial law yea boy i'm lovin it
Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit
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