He just pass the patron
Don't mistake it for satan
The roads of the slayer are all getting nearer
And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her
Folarin, the muse of the hater
//me and great the king slayer
Shit this rap is so great, great the king slayer cant compete,
Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street
Don't think my name is lucifer like i'm a disciple of satan,
It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done
"are you alright, you convulsing, and look like satan.
Okay you dancing drinking on your last one
Bad hoes i'm seen with them
Don't mistake it for satan
To speak from the soul and just leave it with them
Marvelous author in publications of satan
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