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1000 ways to die , angels cry at night , rusty razor blades take your life
88 ways to scrape out his eye , rich go blind while the poor sip wine
im ahead of my time , an old soul , drop poetry in these flows, still searching for the crossroads thats word to Willie Brown you hoes (look)
Bring him outside bet im coming to get him , its love and rhythm , rest in piece to Alexander John Givens , now he gone missin , alot of reminiscing bout my Brother now hes in the sky doing gods missions
Im a paycheck late , gotta date with death , the grim reaper wont stop till theres nothng left and 3020s on top
you aint nothing but a hoe you get popped wit a buckshot
put your body in eskenazi got a 12 guage shotty like Tex Watson and Charles Manson
this handsome *** dancing with tony danza on top of an ambulance somewhere in San Francisco woah
this is that hoosier hysteria , coming out of the stereo
i will bury your body in a cemetery right outside of Siberia hoe
you aint *** with me , NAPTOWN , never backdown , strapped with a mini mac 10 or a tre pound , leave ya face down *** dont know how cold i get colder than the north pole
and south pole and all of that fkin cold *** , ima cold soul
anyways i be traveling down that treacherous road , behead ya like King Louie or Marie Antionette bruh ha im a silly ***
Take me away to a place o so beautiful , where every day is the super bowl , *** with me you be *** with Lucifer , not from this universe , further than Jupiter boy