Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions
With the wheels fallin off i shoot thru the windows make him crash into his mommas curtains
Each time you disperse your verses they are hurling curses
At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses
I inclined the bastard / to fight or i will use my knifes 'n' daggers
Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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