I love corpses, abortion, distortion, bitches who pussy all contorted
Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick
Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street
Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed
"kill this nigga, guns and weed"
Nightmare on any street
Outstanding clout, what up greg street
Put up and smoke that weed,
Feel disabled, feels painful. it feels fatal.
Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental
Weed and rapping weed in jays
Never can i straight face
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