85. relative of satan,
And it weighs a ton
To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money
Your diss deflects off the beast your seized by my words deity frequency
My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks
Highten your frequency, you are still stuck in your shackles.
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