Feeling, of appealing
Let my angel sing
Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine
I'm a radioactive rapper,lines poisining like iodine.
Your yard, full of pieces of lard
We raiders of the lost ark
Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible
My rhymes are fucking radioactive, like theyr straight outa chernobyl,
Cause there'll never be peace
Top of my pile of bodies
Reaping the humans of leaps of good will
Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill
I mean that from the bottom of my heart
Your yard, full of pieces of lard
Out of mind out of sight
Look, now roll my j tight
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