the third
GothamGheeNow 20 dollars to my name in this game of drugs. And the only thing we know is gang bangers and thugs. here they be quick to fill you with slugs forgot about hugs. You heard about Proof willing in these clubs man I have say I'm sick of the scrubs. Bout insert a blade in to this plug. leaving his bloody body under the rug. i used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs i liked to hang out late i liked to get shit-faced and keep the pace with thugs Until late one night there was a big gun fight and i lost my head. really that all that can be said. young mother trying to get that bread I'm feeling unfeed imma kill em till they dead. leave them with their head hanging by a thread. shit could of gone unsaid. but instead I aim with that infrared. all about the mislead overhead. have to murder all my enemies. there is no rememdie for jealousie. destiny of a felony follow me. I could be a entity running on pure ecstasy. one deputy full of melodies. I have a recipe full of dark tendencies. your about to witness the penalty. coming in with the sickness. I spit this vicious constantly witless showing quickness. really it's none of your business. outdone making you my son. after I done yah fun mum ha ha before it begun you had no chance to out run anyone I've already won. I remain steady gripping my machete . also I vary from very heavy maybe the semi sweaty. the shit sounds cagey like a sales lady on the daily motherfucker always shady oh baby I give my soul to no lady.
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