Each one of my sentence has its own spirit
So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that
If it's right tonight, i might bite that
But spirit has been defeated
I am transforming, into a rap spirit,
With this heavenly flow bought a hell of whip
My mom, it was the bomb,
As: can’t wait to pork your mom
Hiding in the trenches avoiding the ether bomb
You know, kiss his mom. she gave him wisdom charm
Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin
Let go of the negative through spirit fission
I don't care who i bomb, hell i'll bomb vancouver,
Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for
The centrepiece of spirit, hence i speak coherent,
Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust
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