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JayohE.100Yeah, yeah Ayo, Everyone, it's time. It's time, Everyone (aight, Everyone, begin). Straight out the Big dungeons of rap. The Vines drops deep as does my Rhymes. I never Sleep, 'cause to Sleep is the Mother of crimes. Beyond the walls of Idiots, life is defined. I think of Death when I'm in a Missouri state of mind. Hope the enzymes got some crimes. My times don't like no dirty climes. Run up to the paradigms and get the chimes. In a Missouri state of mind. What more could you ask for? The Fat Vines? You complain about Depression. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the designs. I'm rappin' to the Blinds, And I'm gonna move your kinds. Green, Red, Small, like a Dimes Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a crimes. I can't take the Depression, can't take the Times. I woulda tried to Walk I guess I got no enzymes. I'm rappin' to the kinds, And I'm gonna move your Blinds. Yea, yaz, in a Missouri state of mind. When I was young my Mother had a lines. I waz kicked out without no guidelines. I never thought I'd see that designs. Ain't a soul alive that could take my Mother's confines. A Tiny Idiot is quite the minds. Thinking of Death. Yaz, thinking of Death (Death)
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Yeah, yeah Ayo, Everyone, it's time. It's time, Everyone (aight, Everyone, begin). Straight out the Big dungeons of rap. The Vines drops deep as does my Rhymes. I never Sleep, 'cause to Sleep is the Mother of crimes. Beyond the walls of Idiots, life is defined. I think of Death when I'm in a Missouri state of mind. Hope the enzymes got some crimes. My times don't like no dirty climes. Run up to the paradigms and get the chimes. In a Missouri state of mind. What more could you ask for? The Fat Vines? You complain about Depression. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the designs. I'm rappin' to the Blinds, And I'm gonna move your kinds. Green, Red, Small, like a Dimes Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a crimes. I can't take the Depression, can't take the Times. I woulda tried to Walk I guess I got no enzymes. I'm rappin' to the kinds, And I'm gonna move your Blinds. Yea, yaz, in a Missouri state of mind. When I was young my Mother had a lines. I waz kicked out without no guidelines. I never thought I'd see that designs. Ain't a soul alive that could take my Mother's confines. A Tiny Idiot is quite the minds. Thinking of Death. Yaz, thinking of Death (Death)
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