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animated like a cartoon
Beat him up so bad he needs to be fed by a spoon
Squirt all over him like we playing Splatoon
Every opp's bitch show me love
There's

Cheeto
Chantin' like the santa domingo
Loc's mortuary, livin' close to the cemetery
Met a girl named Carrie, she told me she loved me, kinda scary
Like

nature that was unassuming

Victoria, niece of William, the next one to preside
She wed her cousin, Albert, who then ruled by her side
From when he died,

Myself

I Don’t Feel So Hot, My Brother
Aching, Shaking, Stop Then Stutter
Things Gone Wrong
Hit By King King Kong
A Swan-ton Bomb Like Hardy Brothers

I

Myself

I Don’t Feel So Hot, My Brother
Aching, Shaking, Stop Then Stutter
Things Gone Wrong
Hit By King King Kong
A Swan-ton Bomb Like Hardy Brothers

I

live life contented, and not out of fear
I have ever been rejected by people I held dear
Constantly teaching myself on how to persevere
I value my mental

be another nigga posted on the block dawg
Or I'd prolly be another nigga running from the cops
Thank god I had you niggas by my side
Because I would've

new rich
How you fold on ya brother, ye that boy a true bitch
I ain't gotta say shit but I bet the shoe fit
I don't need no lighter, young nigga too lit

would meet her future husband 
By age 27, get engaged a year later 
And get married a year after that
But when Kaffy turned 27
She didn't find a husband

spaghetti code, low man on a totem pole
Wanted to leave but I was typecast with petty roles
Five years, no va-cay they had me by my balls
My cubicle was like

working
These hoes mad nigga they ain't even twerking
These hoes hungry you could tell by their flirting
I just try to maintain I rather buy a big ass farm

the truck
and thats when i seen it there, the turdy point buck
the turdy point buck?
turdy point buck (5x)

well he was eight foot tall,
weighed twelve

Things gone wrong 
Hit by king king kong
A Swan-ton bomb like Hardy Brothers

I don't feel so fresh my bro
Things get slurry speaking slow
Head in

turn to Santa on her
Brodie talking 'bout his rent too high, he might just scam the owner
Niggas talking 'bout they ran the V, bitch, you ain't ran

know they feeling me
One way or another
Make it happen for my brothers
I know these niggas mad I took a month off and I came back for the summer
Hit

And didn't really know
What happened
After that
But my boyfriend later told me
I told everyone off

I sat out by the pool the next day
Reading Fahrenheit 451
I

can't even get a ride
I slapped the fuck out my cousin
'cause he wanted me to die
Cough drop all in her mouth
In her damn jalooper niggas say
"By thе

were O.T

5 living in a room men I couldn’t sleep

I told my bro don’t worry men we gonna be


They say that time can heal the fucking pain

I say that’s

the trap phone
Had to make a play for a five piece
And my brother keep a pole

Call that bitch a side piece
Probably cause I'm runnin' up a check
Like I'm

don't judge her 
Cause all I do is love her,
Listen Work Out she gon play it for another
Track after track 
I'm making money for my brothers
2 outa 4, 2

the candle
Want all the smoke, like a chimney
Slide down yo shit, think it's Santa
Get in the crib on my Grinch shit
Steal yo life, bitch, we not thinkin' bout

Sobbing in the dark by an old floor heater
Shadows crawling out with an evil demeanor
Broken down inside and i'm asking god why
Laughing as i'm crying

huh becuz
I jus hope the answers 
u sought out for
End up knocking on ur front door



V2

Jus recently 
I found out somebody dear to me
Died 
N they

can't go waste my time
Dear John I hate I had to write this letter
Searching for better but the world keep on adding this pressure
My brother was legend