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My dear Ingrid, I kind of like you like this
Oh Edwin Black, I hope you've come to notice
The disease it seeds so deep inside her womb
Oh how

arms
Hold you real real tight
And I won't bite
I'll stick by your side
Please don't put up a fight
I promise it'll be alright
Yea
Got a baby eve
Creature

the womb in trap
Yeah i came right out the womb holdin a pack
I was born to push them packs
I was born to stack up racks
Bloody born backin stacks
Watchu

something to prove and
Bruisin
Lame ass niggas steady choosing
Which bad gyal to put my d*** in her womb and
Cooling
By the pool ladies start the drooling

krazy (Yeah yeah nigga you know)
I came out the womb by myself
(Now I'm outta this world like its pluto)
As long as the talk about paper
(We can kick shit

Exit out the womb (Womb) and made a choice to stand (Stand)
She wanna lick his wounds (Wounds) but she understand (Stand)
She gotta trust the lord,

before she let the 7 go neice by relation need no outside validation, I Copied Their Swag, whooo who ooo
That's why I'm so Bad
I carry the womb

it go
Give me every reason not to let it go

Yearning on for better days
The concubine of aging bones
Seduction plays at innocence
Bound by

fuckboys immolated
Exsanguination
Bloodlet cruel ideologies
Butcher the privileged

Repudiate this lunacy
And liberate the womb
Fueled by your hatred

like a fat cat
Juicy like pussy
Wet by hundred fat racks
If you wanna fact check
I'm need a pro Mack
Turn to the left
And pivot
I wanna see where you

while I'm entering the void
Festered womb
I'm the mother of my own Antichrist
Festered womb
I'm the mother of my own Antichrist
I feel you
I feel you

Take it slow
Brick by brick na im build Rome
Sticks and stones
Break my bones
No be your D go shift my womb
Playing games, chasing hoes
Ini mini Mani Mo

realest in the jungle
Heroin by the bundles huh!
Seven summers no fumbles yeah
We them niggas
That make them wonder what
Getting money spending money

this ain't it I'm like
Who tf are you?
Talking to myself
I don't wanna talk to you
Got your hands out
Whatchu think I'm gonna  do
Smoke this by myself no

its own skin
By the light of the moon
I alter my consciousness
Inhale and consume
The bane of the womb
Vexed by archaic smoke
Ancient entity invoked

the lightning
Clay in the mud life in the womb
Day in the womb of the morning
Who can fathom who can sample
The extent of his dominion
Many a star to say

September 15 03 yea that's the day I was born
Since I came out the womb my whole life been torn
Yea I then shed a lot of tears but I can't cry no

on my own
Ain't shit really change
Huh, ooh
I do feel consumed
By the devil that do loom
Up inside my room
Been at war since in the womb
I can show my

bacteria You won't survive unless you eat their formula. Found in the cold grounds of the Forsaken. This stuff sells by the pound and was founded by Satan

Get a grip on your lack of restraint
Any explanation should be met with razorblades
Your womb is poisoned, the fruit is rotten
There's never been

Self proclaimed victor
back home I am
rough war behind

yet im still extolling 
the trophy of life
the time to heal 
inch by inch

Wombs that all

You heard your mother’s voice
From the comfort of her womb
When you came into this world
You were taken away by others who
 
Would do their best

Oh make me a solemn vow and heed my last request 
Oh make me a solemn vow and heed my last request 
In a womb like cool dark clay pot I be gently

Falling, from the second we're born
Falling into oblivion
To a void filled with silence
Cursed from the womb
Making existence a path, of sorrow