Barbaric, athletic off the top
Van Herricks?, Heaven’s bong, or God’s perished
I’m in the streets deep it’s tough to get me out I’m a benzo
Loud variety spread out on a tray, like a rental
On the edge cult to the world dead though, all friends go
Flesh cold, I’m the real life Vampire of Sacramento
Chewin’ on four crisp, spore sisters
A war midster, toured in one more, six burn, trash hoarde, picker (Word)
One brain cell unknown, worth four figures
Rap, wh#re figures, disfigured four picturеs
Whoever can’t be this is gonna hatе first
I’m totally on the side too, bro (word), I’m a self-hater (They care)
You ain’t buzzin’ like a dead body gettin’ tasered
sh#t stain parchment hitmaker, ink simple on a paper
Square hit taster, tabs taper
Powder on the apron like a baker (f#ckin’ idiot…)
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