Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy
I guess i crunched yo bones in half, a machine like ed reed built me
Freestyle natural like butch reed,blow your mind like a claymore
Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor
Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols
He wares a linen cloths and a pair of reed sandals
Spitting sentences spilling residue on his crew neck
Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead
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