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and daggers are perfect
Bound in blood not by time
So you wish for my rhyme

Not so x x x o
When borders are bolder
Than flags and their colors
The only thing

to get on your feet
Now get up on it flow with me
You made your bed now fold the sheets
The door is locked i own the key
I don't like you so, I say sheesh

for memories
So, when you tryna break what I've made
Keep in mind you helpin' me build a legacy
And that's why I'm right in they face
Somethin' they

here for you, your rocket fuel, your rocket boots

You're down bad when you show cringe pictures from your phone
And you'd rather be with me than spend

of the motherless child mind infected 
Tales from the crypt like Russell Jones ressurescted
Deathwish stepkid dirty as the septic

My cyclone poem, fix the roof

Transylvania

Tyler, the Creator

Goblin [Deluxe Version]

2011

Keep yelling and working them vocal chords
And that'll be more of a reason that you'll get slapped up, for
Is that four trunks comfy? (Fuck you!) Fuck

Kept me here a thousand ways
Summoned me from the grave
You go cold without my arms
Warm blood red lips
Lonely ghost in the crypt crying for a second

crypt
By the ghastly ghouls of death,
You will live until the sorcery is finished

cnd now, your soul is ripped
From your carcass, your journey to beyond

score
And with each new play, you're aiming for more
From the cut to the deal, and the pegging to the crib
Cribbage is a game that you'll never beat me in

Day Twelve: Trauma

Ayreon

The Human Equation

You hear her voice, from beyond her grave
"Where were you son, when I needed you
Is this your thanks for all the warmth I gave
Did you forget what I

to life, and I feel like the messiah

Slingshot dripping on my wrist like a wrist rocket
Risen from the crypts to the tip top
Tripping on a wish,

Bought and paid for by Wallstreet's thieving goons
You let them steal from all of us
While squandering the public trust 
That's why Dogecoin is going

these thoughts were made for the rap game 
Felt like the flu but it was just the music that you listened to 
Syck hop hi my names dave long dick shit

This is a story about a kid named Patrick
And I'll tell you off the bat that it's gon' be tragic
As it is for them that's from where he from
Pat

of wits you ain't fit to scrap
It's tales from the crypt when your lips detach
Can't read my script it's  like chicken scratch
No need for swisher pack I be

when you're a rocket
I drop it and make a profit

A hit with a twist like bop its
I'm quick with the shit like comets
Like zits or a cyst I'm poppin
I'm

niggas gonna see
These MCs ain't the same as me
I had a Grime hit in 2003
God gave me a body and blessed it
You see, my fingers they made Duppy, Private

Of lucky button pushers

Yo, snipe from my house on Loot Lake
You're injured
I'll be the one to shoot Drake with Ninja

Fortnite, been playing it for two

was you and not them why I'm keeping my hands in my pockets
I ain’t reaching for wallets I’m upping a rocket and if folks was woofing I’m snatching his

You shame blood on it but it comes from fire's dust of other things
Far beyond of all the other graves - you made all right by the way
You creep

the cash, speed off on a rocket ship
Boy you ain't who we rockin with
Stand in my way ain't no feelings involved
Knew from a youth the boy a go far
Yeah
Know

uranium
Comin to you
inside your ca-ranium
Radium radiate
Feel the delirium
Mania beemer
Come on around
For the featured creature

mother Tarzaned in
The jungle Now I the got
Money stacked like a Pringle
So you better swipe right for the night
Have god in your life 'cause
I'm piping

Jesus coming, we ain't staying
I think you should go start praying
Cause I can smell the wolves from a mile
Drinking out the nile for a while
Rocket off