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POUND OF THE DOJA ON THE COUNTER TOP IM LOOKIN ROUND

CRIMINALS ARE NOW RIGHT IN MY CITY AND MY OWN SURROUND

WHAT DID YOU THINK YOU COULD DO IN the VACINITY THAT I watered and then FOUND

Im a bad apple, core rotten, help the help and fuck your vows 

Righteous by a djinn-soaked round - bullet to my damn broke brain around the world in a twisted infant instant

Born to die justly pestilincense 

I got an oath in my throat, but its lined with a horned goat

Double throw into the tropes, folklore tellin me im motherfuckin hope  incarnate

My bills are golden tarnished, I write a judging to this realm with dread, hae-tred and carnage 

Im mason sate with damage - rough fuck it till its branded

I'm rising to the motherfuckin ilk you phone-line pounded 

They cant save you your death is founded by a destiny that starts at cause

God upstairs weaving the fates with bloodied torn-up cheesecake cloth

I dont think you want to do it anymore it's tearing at skin and it's tearing at soul

Im another chained-weight that you saw, shoulders now lined with a purpose called 

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