Cursed you so many times the blessings hid in fear, your the modern eve with the apple
That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle
I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either
One verse, one hearse, kill him off like the grim reaper/
Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest
Can you really be the best?
Until the reaper comes for your soul
18 year sentence with no parole
Until you realise that shit was the best,
But i can only love you when you undressed
Chop down your words,harvest you like reaper
The game's a bitch, ooh we got her
You the best bride and i'm the best groom
And her smile lit up the room
You bitch, those were the best
Never ever pay rent
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