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Flip scripts, slit wrist, kick kids
I'd prolly commit all of it if didn't send me to prison
Sticking a pen in a man who pretending to be a different gender
Since I'm demented and a bit ticked
Dogging on every single one of y'all's interest
Flinging it into the crescent, interesting investment
I'm like a hell-sent, I'm into the same sex

Ain't none of my business but still
Filling my entire wishlist with kills that I wish I could implement without consequences, I'm ill-willed
Feeling psychotic with all the things I've spilled
Think I'm schizophrenic, and violent, definitely on pills
Cause of my conceptions or maybe underage pregnancy
I'm the missing link- from the definition of skill
Let's form hypotheticals, what if I would go light a whole high school dorm high in smoke?
Kinda maniac, I know, really
But don't forget, it's just a theory
Why're your eyes so red, you're aware that I was kidding
No chill, hot headed, what's that stare you're giving
Uh oh, your noggin, look, your hair's disappearing

Apologies, that was the wrong majority
Abolish me, slap off a humongous part of me
Already? Thank God, I can carry on with coveting
Stop and cease? Y'all barking up the wrong tree
Pardon me, I'm awful with being sorry
Unbelievable, just thought of another story
Once upon a time, there was this bloke named Cory
Got some brides together, lured them to his trailer homing
Stopped the respiring, threw em away after great intercourse
Prolly was like a morris(Morris?)

If I could, I would try laundering goods
Start shooting up some primary schools
If I could, I prolly would cut up some switch hitters with a Gillette blade and don't take it another way
If I could, everyone would be down on they knees begging: "don't throw no more shade out, please!"
If I could, rubber terror would've returned, forced labor would be back in the works

Okay I admit, I may have been a small bit offensive
Let me state and mention, I got nothing I gotta be defending
Staying honest, makin a lotta profit, not yet but always got a project done in a month or a minute
No dreaming on the job, goin off
Blowing mobs up like old ba--
loons in the skyline, oop, there pops one
Poof gone, vanishing abracadabra like magic, too far
Matter of fact, I'm an addict of rapping as fast I can, till no O2 in my lungs

Hitting the syllables simple as blinking when panicking, insane, no matter what I say
Sentences venomous when I've been spitting them
Little bit of Eminem but difference in the sentiment 
Analysis said I don't use malediction and it's a accurate claim, so snack on this acidic cake

I get the crown easily
I'm all about goin round and doing things while being asleep
Perhaps shout and pout, lose my mind freakishly
Spurting loud and proud fumes like B.I.G

If I could, I would try laundering goods
Start shooting up some primary schools
If I could, I prolly would cut up some switch hitters with a Gillette blade and don't take it another way
If I could, everyone would be down on they knees begging: "don't throw no more shade out, please!"
If I could, rubber terror would've returned, forced labor would be back in the works

Hearse ounces of powerful ideas of MC's
Curtains bounds together now, thank you for participating

Heard I said what? Mandela effect
Sure I meant some of it but not the whole card deck
Girls tied? Yes, hung under the floor of cement
Yet I hurl high respect towards the golden brothers
Like Nas, Em, Pac, Rakim and the most hardest

Now excuse me, I gotta go put on some gray lipstick
Use a brown wig, do breaking and entering
If you see me, shh behave and don't tell em
Anyways, adieu, time for awakening's due




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If I Could

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