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I hold more weight on my shoulders just like holding up a fat bitch carry my guns positive and negative. I stay with the magnets they so attractive you might not be a gymnastics but they'll make you do backflips. I don't want no smoke but I stay striking matches get poked with the cactus pop up on you and disappear dead beat dad shit I'm just that sick genocide rap killing all of you bastards flows through these bars interstate traffic my music insane madder hatter put your head on a plate don't need a platter. You take the steps while I'm climbing the ladder you want the rapfame here Atom get hit with the hydrogen collider that means your shit can get split on a molecular level I pray to God now but can still get down with the devil you niggas ain't on my level I'm out in space that celestial level Let the skeletons out the closet and I brought my shovel tell your bitch to suck my weybos put you in the earth he got hit with the precision metel.

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Murder He Wrote

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9 months ago

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2 months ago

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4 months ago

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