syllybyll thoughts

i think about my death wake up with the sweats a savage individual who'll break a fucking neck bank a couple checks fuck a bitch or two rolla of in a rari higher then fucking moon imma a baboon like old wayne tune coming through in the double rrs im rude got you bitch on my tip she like ouu you could make a movie out me and you cocaine and Hennessy death upon my enemies never find the end of me infinite infinity got that biter phobia so my type writer go brr as i over dose on the words swerve head up in the fast lane flash pass catch chase naw never fucka you gotta break down that last phrase super hereo shit my mind full of bats mayne no riddles to be solve i killed it when the cat came fuck yo momma from my momma imma bomb islamist who can dance thr chacha howdy partner la coocaracha was my favourite shit as a kid i used dance on a chair and spin until my wig split blank canvased mind Picasso in his prime but i flio everything so ossacip hi I I take it to a new level harmony and melody fucking with the devil two bad bitches all man really need to rip with smile when deceased liquor hit my liver imma a god damn sinner till the day my grave hit im saying get figures back at it a damn addict for rap pattern i spell hazard put it in a ballad do magic like Aladdin loving carpet rides and if it smell like jazmine then you treat the tiger nice peter pipers pickled pepper spicing up ya life im freddy jason Michael catch me lurking through the night pistol in my hand im whippen you ya kids and wife born out the forest im a fucking parasite dared to fight a bear in life preoped to die every time fucking with a messy mind since 9 its been suicide day and night a poltergeist visit vivid in the night imma do what i like