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heres where i come into realms sick hell of ills i display as my raps concentrate like grapes tucans yellow loops get played sipping vodka mixed with halfs of o jays till times end to be laid up gains my guts strapped macks come clean up from the man all in black busting out rounds like many mans in foreign lands but killings is whats gotten towns on maps histories of men blowing doors like smoking trees thrusting bitches down on knees to be ingulfed by her pretty liips i cum she drinks loves my dick she says in fronts of her mans along lines she sips my raw mans long breed to blood lines till calling might trip the finger on triggers drawn to ignite no lie i watched my cum drip to be sucked up in twists of lungs i slip the grips i tote four clips