TheQuagga
TheQuagga

The Humanimal

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No water no matter how holy can clear the revolting molting creature so closely console me all by my lonely The beast is I innocent in the past I’ve been worn down I have been cast My soul’s gone to the grads Last drop in another flask The body is poisoned drunk on death like Kerouac No turning back I see nothing but black My visions murky my eyes have turned inwards to the back I’m Leviathan’s snack Help is my last word Leave my stone unturned Leave my book in print Don’t let it crumple and burn The monster the beast he’s in imagination Fascism, fascination The chasm has been taken You fall

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1 year ago

Bars: Perfect 💯 Delivery: Perfect 💯 Impression: Perfect 💯

1 year ago

Bars: Dope 🔥 Delivery: On point 🎯 Impression: Dope 🔥

Ok ok you got something here with the right beat

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