I kill more than the french revolution witch was like off with his head and his and his and his
Never had forgiveness, you better stay distant cause i'm all about my business,
Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them
As a child his only friends were his dog, his page and his pen
And he just fell asleep in his car eating three musketeers in the rear seat
Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermathmore bodies being buried
I don't know, obviously i disappear
Wait for the rain and storms to clear oh dear fear
I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot
Ticklin him go to his grave, skip him and visit his dog
And he, what's his name, earl
Don't be wrong girl
And thank doom for his herbs/
Shout out bobby on hundreds
Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete
A tear down his cheek and his legs feel weak
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