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measure
And that's bad weather for a fact checker
I ran Eschers with every last effort
Despondent from a bondage I can't sever
There's a storm coming' that

DoorDash
You really think you fuckin' with
Hitman? You sure Cass'?
Diz', Goodz, Ars', me
How the fuck you gonna weather the storm?
I'm just judgin off your

rhymes
I been doin this for quite some time
Still underground still unsigned
In the man cave where I search and find
Hidden treasure and I'm getting better

the church bells ring
Fri-friday the 13th, got the hockey mask
My bro' on my side, and he going anonymous

When the night calls, I already know it's getting

to your dome that would be calamitous
Leave them flowers on your stretcher with the name anonymous
That you breathing is a blessing better thank the Lord