Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from
That im collecting your debt, demons up in heaven,
Where they find me, 16 on death row
I see you puttin on a show
"money and blood don't mix
I only got four minutes
As i light one for ill will
No sequel iron at ya temple
So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face
He took her to his big estate, the bitch flipped the safe
I'm the mouth of the district, nobody work harder
A book for inspiration started sayin' "why bother"
My book case looks like a psych. room
Won't run out anytime soon
And there's never one decent mothafucking selection
If a period is late then i will mark it with a question
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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