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at a food festival in Northern California Three people, so far, dead Breaking news (fifteen wounded) A deadly shooting at a newspaper office in Annapolis
out to get high and supply What you need Mr. Postman Comin' through with all the mail What you need? I got for sale on the stairwell to Hell
as a shooting target With offers that got me up In these offices often Boo yaa, who ya? No one I've done situated myself, i ain't lying Be sure to be friend cause
out to get high and supply What you need Mr. Postman Comin' through with all the mail What you need? I got for sale on the stairwell to Hell
now My position is sanction I been balling Balling all night feel like I'm Jordan People gon forget you when u lost and Supply what's needed shit
I came across this, this, this black man He was talkin' about (look down below) Sure of yourself risin', prices of food sky rises Foreign
to get high And supply what you need Mr postman comin' through with all the mail What you need? I got for sale On the stairwell to Hell (AY! Get yo' hand
food scraps in So the worms could eat and multiply And provide an endless supply Of fresh food for my growing, thriving freshwater fish And things were
out to get high & supply What you need Mr. Postman Comin' through with all the mail What you need? I got for sale on the stairwell to Hell
shit I'm the best out, mention my shit Maybe 3 names hitting the script Besides that, i fry cats, Chinese food Supply that, crack, siamese grooves My
out to get high & supply What you need Mr. Postman Comin' through with all the mail What you need? I got for sale on the stairwell to Hell
the greedy and sold to the gluttonous Careful what your eating the micro-bits are ravenous The poison slop is hazardous our food is anti body Dinner plates are
an office job with these tat's. So what choice do I have man? Do I sign on or do I bag grams? Long signing for dole, I wanna get signed for my flow and my
at ya I don't stutter Talk loud bet ya I won't mumble Real fly jacket how I'm comin' Freshest in the district but I'm humble Dealing with addiction
Bio engineer and modify the food supply Gender identity a threat Gender equalities a lie Detractors are transported In black choppers at night Tax
and modify the food supply Gender identity a threat Gender equalities' a lie Detractors are transported In black choppers at night Tax dollars siphoned off In
of the terrible yellow peril Take a spike, and drive it into wooden railroad ties Go on strike, but then they'll stop up all your food supplies And erase you from
full drunkards who wanna get away from the life Over crowded hospitals, low supply, no medical attention And yeah they get mentioned They always show
on this Longer than Obama been in office 8 years ain't enough for a G like me (NAH) Rippin' it up since TI was TIP (YEAH) It's unlikely inside of my psychie
the mission but I beg to differ You dig? I bury. You fury You'd never shame me The language should removed When you use it stamina proving the food Damage it
one or two because time dey fly Now when you get to the office you see officials wey dey loot and even their staffs Forgetting that people wey elect
But I wrote this scheme at Little China eatin' Chinese food I spit China He food and I chew through niggas Pause! See Charles gotta trick Hoes to get
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