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MONARCH

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90’s baby Going brazy til the day I’m pushing Daisies. Party like the 80s, cocaine turn my vision hazy. THC with PCP, dammn this shit seems crazy Hit sherm when I was 16 one of my eyes gone lazy Screaming “Flash Mob" til the day I get my ass dropped. Hotter than the summer sun solstice up on the black top. Rappers try to show me leaks, I'm praying that the track stops. If I hear one word, It’s back to smokin crack rock. Put a profit in my pocket, with the team I'm generous. Find me in the gutter, never on Ellen DeGeneres. All my boys degenerates, sipping up on some medicine. Always been collecting checks, never they checking etiquette. Popping Perc 30s, my vision is getting blurry. Got cheese up a hurry, fact that rats always scurry. So the traps been set, and the traps BEEN working. Counting money, counting sheep, yes I been herding. And yes, I've been hurting since I toppled out the cradle. Numbing all my defects, suck and shoot it out the ladle. Filter all my thoughts through the cotton if I'm able. I'm must be suicidal with an angel...

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Bars: Great 🎉 Delivery: On point 🎯 Impression: Great 🎉

2 years ago

Bars: Great 🎉 Delivery: Dope 🔥 Impression: Dope 🔥

2 years ago

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