they sleeping on me

her head spun aound the xorcisti havng proof that God still existsz you petty with the cash dippin your bag your skeliton is like the skelitor radiator gladiator condiments for my haters trap house going stupid we go dumb petty ass buy a crumb ya slung through them spiderman in the slums swangin on them big wheels we do it for the crucial this is just perceived as yall see it by spirituality police brutality i went to jail til i got sick then i chose to change for God he said move i said yeshua take the bread and the blood satanic shita crud i had no helping hand i am countin up finally i can stand i look sexieyr than a big titty tan