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🌹 "Bad Juju Wednesdays" Yo— Only on Wednesdays, energy flips, She don’t tip, just sips, throwin' curses with lips. Seven Suns got light, but she dim the whole room, Dunsmuir witch with a cold-brewed doom. Ain’t the café, nah—I love that spot, But her? She got that soul that rot. Fake smile for the crowd, but she talkin' to ghosts, Used her husband’s death just to play the post. Hide in plain sight on a God-built hill, Preach peace, but you poison with passive skill. I ain’t the first—nah, I peeped the pattern, Good men turned martyrs while you play Saturn. Crows on the wire, stomachs start to gnaw, LimeWire whispers, now you duckin’ the law. Got me banned from the gym, from the Theory, from dreams, Petty queen with a scheme, killin’ kings for esteem. Narcissist with a twist, crocodile streams, A puppet of pain, fueled by extreme. Said it loud, I ain't playin’ pretend— You sacrificed love just to get to the end. You talk to yourself, I don’t give you the time, Your soul got receipts, and your tears don’t rhyme. I’m a writer, a father—my rep stay clean, But you masked up lies in a Shasta scene. Amen, God, keep the children away, 'Cause Wednesday’s a trap at the end of the day. Seven Suns? Still blessed. But she’s the reason the air feel hexed. So next time she grins with that peppermint tone, Just know—there’s a storm brewin’ deep in her home. This ain’t slander—it’s truth, soul-born and said, And the witch from Dunsmuir better sleep with one eye ahead.

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