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I won't die for less time Ending in rain For f*ck's sake mane This shit is mine Your fishnet's worn out Through it's knees I know you take Please for an answer Score wishets for now And sew till it pre's I grow, you bake these Foreign dancers F*ck, F*ck, ain't it bad that Cerebral runs in the family Catch me offspringing for shits Crop dusting to find amusing segments of trust See feeble shuns pinned the shanty satch He lost bringing his quips Shop-lusting you signed confusing agreements for finding luck Because a must have plea is a must have me Make me a much happy What boring voodoo On this life you choose Stakes up for nothing, you lose Cross your arms, pull a pout Shine by the two's and f*ck you Also Righteous enigmatic sketches tell the putrid Past of fighting pizzazz But you'll never guess what up and comes Usurp this pussy niche and throne Break your bitchin' through to the bone No Excuse you're growin' up in a padded cell Lock and key Back from hell Stock to see what it's on about A song about your simple tower staking brains to fight it out Breaking in the feel of sour taste in power stop Biting your own tongue If your lungs keep stifling I hope you get caught trifling in the run I'm gonna die Oh my god I say I'm peaking and trying to tread on glass Might stay longer if I'm seeking freedom in that Two legged sass roller Steam bowling machining Top knot kopf n' coop Fold her to see me rolling Seeing things endearing Bop the flakka mock troupe I'll be the empty baron Fill me motherfucker I don't have time to waste so shoot me up posthaste Goddammit Like it when it's licking time Wounds heal better in the sun anyways Sike it then bitches kicking my booms Real wetter for fun anyways I could cause a riot Mount the town for mass hysteria I would still lose the shootout Still the brown bores Grass media F*ck all of that