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    Man I feel worthless, a good purchase
    Abiding by the law, good purp and good purpose
    I ain't perfect, nobody on this earth is
    Sweeter than the cherry of a virgin
    Got me out the loop like this cursive
    Eyes blink, nervous, words slur lurkin a wordsmith
    And the worst is, kinda perturbed bitch
    If you ain't talking 'bout money I'm allergic
    Six feet deep nigga where the dirt is

    And bad bitches keep them guns inside they purses
    The devil tongue got me sprung through these verses
    If I'm the number one somethin' gotta surface
    Grade school played a fool, did the math on it
    Hella blind to these hoes so I passed on it
    Show them titties girls put my autograph on it
    Broken dreams dog, rappin' with a cast on it
    Lyrical child of the indigo
    Heathens pray to God, I'm only 'bout the literal

    I can see your third eye, talk about a miracle
    Take a walk in my shoes, most of you just tippy-toe
    Time feelin' awesome engraved in my coffin
    One whiff will make you pause, make you nauseous
    Then I'm livin' proof ask luke where the force is
    Bury me a g, tailored suit lookin' gorgeous
    Floorless, burn spliffs like I forfeit

    Shut your eyes and enjoy the endorphins
    Deep seas yuh, swimmin' with the dolphins
    Back it up please proceed to move with caution
    There's no facade, the zombies in the soir
    Christian is the call but they never pray to God
    If victory is war then we never met 'em
    If you dancin' with the devil then I'm walkin' on the stars

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    Frog skin glasses, grippin' fat asses
    My style surpasses, finger to the masses
    Heron samples tryna make examples
    All the wack rappers talking it tryna make examples
    Young ass nigga where your money at nigga
    Spit that gudda rap nigga, get ya mummy wrapped nigga
    Pocket full of stones, leave blood in the floor
    Blood stains on the wall blood rains in the morgue
    I'm rotten, I'm stiff

    Welcome to the underworld life's a bitch
    A corpse, a carcass
    Middle finger to the world in my new shhhh
    It's grimy, it's gudda
    Real shit just a bad motherfucker
    Devolved, deceased
    Bare arms see the? In belief
    Bear stroll, come and walk with a beast
    Drink beer so a nigga kinda slur when he speak
    Requiem the dead never walks so we never in

    Psilocybin high I'm on another binge
    Inny mini miney mo, a lot of ya'll niggas ain't built for the throne
    Quote me if I'm wrong, levelheaded, headstrong
    Drink your lix of holy water to build up
    Ayahuasca, yopo, I'm so gone
    My soul's worn, I'm so drawn, I'm so torn
    Seize the moment seize rye seed the omen
    Juice go hard, seeds are roamin'

    They swear I'm on the deep end
    But it all depends if they comprehend
    Killa' rap shit, nick name exorcism
    Protected by the gods, trill shit no religion
    High beyond biblical proportions
    Told a catholic priest bible paper burn awesome
    Open my eyes and view the ceiling from my coffin
    Why are you surprised that I paint these vivid portraits?
    Staring in my vanity as I sit and plot another casualty

    Higher than a meth head on a trampoline
    I trample these beats like a tyrant, beast
    Eats anything that bleeds, feast on the soul of these
    I'm quick to tell a ho "at ease", I'm blowin' leaves
    Spittin' razor blades, tongue flip, flesh lacerate
    Every day is halloween, wrap you up in masking tape
    Drag you to the ocean floor body wash on jersey shore
    Now you got a situation, death is chasin' while you waitin'
    I plot your fate, and politic while sharing blunts with satan

    I drink a keg of acid spit that in angels faces
    See you're a mere mortal so there is no relation
    On the highway to hell speedin' while I'm masturbatin'
    With a thick witch, big tits, and her craft's amazin'
    Make her hit this big spliffs, of the cali raisin
    Don't waste a drop, she swallow when I'm ejaculating'

    And I'm sittin' mean og like I'm papi mason
    A glass of virgin blood and about a hundred blunts
    Here to bring the fall like the end of summer does
    Life is a race well I already won it, cuz
    Off that hundredth blunt, I'm about to hit a hundred-one

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