Mark Combs
Mark Combs

what's mine is not yours

what's mine is not yours

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03 Apr 2022

yous my baby and they my niggas cant see through the smoke from that indoe creepa im pimp walkin thug stalkin lookin for that nigga that just kept on talkin squakin killing da game in stages reversed as reherst and now they unlocked our cages like cujo on my back im givin ya rabies fall down foamin at the mouth and now i fucked yo old lady old lady old lady yup thats who captivates me in a way that is clued in on a clueless mind ready to consume this afternoon as i cut out and about i heard a scream then a shout i cant tell there where abouts go ahead and get some lead jump up and smoke that fool in his head and drop his body like a million times before he gets tiresome and then he takes control of the sunbeam that lies on the other side of realitys crazy lies and there is nothing else that I despise more than a bitch made bitch tryin to make a switch be a traitor a hater kill dat Killa now lets stunt to a blue sky with white clouds and a blanket of neverending doubts about our lives in the box of faith loyalty and trust trustworthy to be there strong armed thug so lite it up with torch and a gallon jug of white gas and a fire that spreads real fast for the art of my life is just past gone so lets head back home leave em empty and wanting mo fo sho lil killem all with these automatics in stages and out the windows of these caddilatics keepin static on the road to get the new problematic syndrome in dis shindie whimsee shindoe window of my so called life

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2 years ago

yous my baby and they my niggas cant see through the smoke from that indoe creepa im pimp walkin thug stalkin lookin for that nigga that just kept on talkin squakin killing da game in stages reversed as reherst and now they unlocked our cages like cujo on my back im givin ya rabies fall down foamin at the mouth and now i fucked yo old lady old lady old lady yup thats who captivates me in a way that is clued in on a clueless mind ready to consume this afternoon as i cut out and about i heard a scream then a shout i cant tell there where abouts go ahead and get some lead jump up and smoke that fool in his head and drop his body like a million times before he gets tiresome and then he takes control of the sunbeam that lies on the other side of realitys crazy lies and there is nothing else that I despise more than a bitch made bitch tryin to make a switch be a traitor a hater kill dat Killa now lets stunt to a blue sky with white clouds and a blanket of neverending doubts about our lives in the box of faith loyalty and trust trustworthy to be there strong armed thug so lite it up with torch and a gallon jug of white gas and a fire that spreads real fast for the art of my life is just past gone so lets head back home leave em empty and wanting mo fo sho lil killem all with these automatics in stages and out the windows of these caddilatics keepin static on the road to get the new problematic syndrome in dis shindie whimsee shindoe window of my so called life

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