That's my wicked humor, i'm more wicked than your wickedly vivid wishes,
With a evil twin who don't give two shits he's quick to fix the stitch in these snitches.
And use your blood as a drinking chaser after i down a baser
And it's gone, and i'm gone, with a feeling left to savour,
Rolling up a paper, blunt wraps go to vapor, in a puff,
I don't know how tis' realness could keep bringin' humor,cuz
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