to express my b*tchin,
enough with the lynchin, death, and the stuff that I can't mention,
but keep up the lying and prying cuz to cry ain't my intention
to die is to believe the sky is not your next location
if you mess with me, I dont believe, but stop living against your
preachin
I wont fcks with you, Im too cool, chill and real; Oldskool
but you're much faker than that rapper in need of a diaper who calls
you a hater
because you dont see my plea nor the key to what is me
You just hate and wish death due to your absence of scrutiny
For him or her or it or me for them or they and what they believe
If you really feel the need then keep on hating, thats up to you
but if these rhymes seem to come from you too, theres 1 main thing for
you to do,
Yep that's it, jacksh*t, now live your life for you :)
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