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your hysterical,, im musical, caught you picking at ur cuticles...
i got a pocket full of edibles, the munchables, straight up untouchables.. stick it in my arm and look for something do-able
screwable, bangable, throw her on the bed and nothin is comparable
i make up words to rhyme my lines, easier then it looks to buy you time.
make it one even flow, dont pause stop or slow.. look to the sky and pray for ur bro. ho, foe,... both the same when they black with a fro
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