You spit that end rhyme trash i'm spittin syllables two or three
That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free
Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,
Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was
Glory but you dint know my back story. then i go one two three
But real freaky in tha darkplus i got some enemies, baby
Hey, must be the money
One two three, what could it be
One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,
Satan falls back..demons get smacked...evil backtracks sinners get stopped in their tracks/
Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic
Push you into an old lady bagging plastic
Ice on our two four, you know it's too cool. time's too cruel.
And this ain’t biblical but this sermon is spiritual
It's only one round, two or three i don't need it
All black everthing on some jigga shit
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