Norman
Norman

bologna

bologna

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29 Oct 2018

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6 years ago

fuck this bass it's my place set the pace this snail race say some grace your a disgrace smack the taste out of ur face rage against opposition im in transition beat u in submission my life mission war is hell bitch i dwell i live to tell after i ring ur bell ur ass was a mistake u freaking snake walking headache that noone can take go fly a kite with ur over bite death comes rippin id kill u on site if looks could kill ur blood will spill maybe i should chill but i got a raw deal got pills like cosby girls eyes getting glossy but im not naughty nobody can stop me don't need a squad but i bring a flash mob rob this snob ass kickins my job this job i craft i bring my best carve my name in ur chest leave ur ass wrecked blown out like a speaker im a heat seeker feed this fever turn doubters into believers im in the zone more then u shown leave ur mind blown 7 words deftones stir of echoes sending waves through ghettos shit deep to our elbows until i drop the fucking demo change the whole tempo turn ur girl into a nympho in the backseat of a limo now it just got weird man that you fear im full metal gear all the reputations i smear end is now near for you u fucking queer visions so clear nothings what it appears riding through the storm like morrison in true form drunk while i perform never conform my posse on broadway we do it all day fuck what they all say leave em bodied in the walkway raise ur fist to resist whatever this consist no body got big balls like this i have to dismiss drown u in my piss sink in my abyss i got venom whole nother spectrum dont fuck me shoot blood from ur rectom altered insperation get u in situation cuz yr generation shun education so no relation or admiration it's my obligation for domination you punk bitch carve my niche flip my switch ur ass I whip

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