At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses
Turn you niggas into urns, my furnaces re-furnish,
Ever since i wrote raps first, i knew i'd write perfect verses,
Dial up words but they're not in service
My homeboy brave he annoy brothers so he in grave like others
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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