Run it like that. I am too sick of overgrown palms to react. You are not slick, undersung psalms you redact. Hitting my lick, vertigo calms and reacts. 

Hand it back, this is my song, sung by the highs from the cracks. If you motherfuckers wanna know, that's where I'm at. I don't not want gold, that is not my path. 

There's fascists amongst these rats. You’re hating my soul. I hope my song'll change that. I am far from my home, and my goal won't change that. Little bitch I run up

run back. Strong arm bjørn on the mic from the pad. And these are my words from the Titans and clad. Now allow me to get just a little abstract. 

Sands of time loosen and decay. Staring at your phone yeah you run to run away. I am more than the foam that is born from the spray. More the potion of hold that'll aid the insane. 

 This is a blessed array of my canines, better called fangs. 
Weather out my daemons and put'em there in their place. It is not my usual method of payment but I like the taste. Tether more, let it fall, pick it up, contemplate. 

None of you fake ass bitches saw it anyway. They prop it up and leave it open, the gates of holy entropy. You’re thinking this a joke but Little bitch I ain't come here to play. If you see me now then that means that you got hell to pay. 

Shout out to Hecate. Moving arrangements aid the end of any cast away. 

I'm the type to pick it up if you are the type to call. I ain't really fuckin with ya unless all ya homies ball. Seven years ago the picture, yeah I want to want it all. I'm not hearing all your bullshit just to touch your wonderwall. 

You say you know my business, little bitch you're more than wrong. If you give us just a minute we're gonna bust into the vault. Lifting up my enemies so that I can watch em fall. You offer treachery. I'mma snip you by the balls. 

See there he A BITCH, the fuck you was thinking I ain’t riding with a snitch. I’m trying to get to work but you fucking pussywhipped. Then she up and left your ass now you’re out here sucking dick. That's karma. 

Friends fucking over they friends for a check. Don’t make no sense, my brother I’ll kill for my debt. That's bloodshed, eye for an eye, intent. I respect that you have to die over this. 

When the angels come to hold my throat I hope I see you choke.

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