Piles of deceased emcees if one word of disrespect is released to me
Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story
But all this hate that piles up feels like a missile attack,
Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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