Fif-tee /nine times till ya de-ceased/ im sick son new form of disease/
Im talking bout the green pk and sour deez
At the end of a day all i do is hang in the balance
Told their false thirst for death dies in his absence/
But this is just the calm before that break,
But not expecting the sour is your top mistake
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