If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son
Took the red pill, forehead scar, i'm the chosen one
On my mothers dead corpse, though he had gonorrhea.
Talk shit, diarrhea
Waiting for me to raise the bar
I'd make your flesh marred, with the way my rants scar
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