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come to your senses Power is all your mind quenches The careless need to get off their fences Atmosphere reeking of putrid stenches The careless need
Festering morbid decay Saturates the air again Stenches of a different pleasure Boiling blood hole deepens Filled with remains, once pitiful
So what's the story Death or Glory Feeling down And out of luck Twilight lingers Looks are stony Stenches mingle Feeling fucked Down
a boy to a man overnight Didn't think I'd ever leave this place alive Darkness magnifies stenches There is a hole under my bed leading straight
wrenches In the county in the thug and some stenches I'm in a war with all my opps i'm finna clinch this I'm in a war with all my opps we in Afghanistan
on the road, call me Lana Deep up in this hoe, Mariana Deep up in the trenches Ballin' nigga, I got inches Gas got stenches And my chopper got extensions I'm
by the stenches Just got a new Glock, and I added extensions Beam on that bitch, I ain't missin' Niggas get caught, a bitch up and start snitchin
I breathe, my throat clenches Clutching to exclude A dozen different stenches In Falmouth Bay A blue whale rolls Going to drown in the swill
just had to do that once Ay, t-p-t style Jumpin up outta the burb', park mode And 18 inches from the curb While I'm smellin them stanky stenches from
is stewing in his stenches Their cadavers hold palaver And the gravity of their endeavors Cleverly convert them into shark Black gold, nature's
stenches drenches been intricated, flow braggarts Act cynic thyroid thermia hypodermic How I earn it squeezing juices, one-hundred Percent concentrated
cadaver seizure, limbs, intestines The soul-upheaving stenches of the uncovered grave No stirring of life in that sepulchral gloom Mumbled over
stenches We was young and we came up in the trenches Seen the robbers and the scammers get to business Niggas die young when you come up in the trenches
replenish My weed got three different stenches Hit that shit one time and I started twitching On the block, shit live but we ain’t twitching When I get rich
Charity strikes him like wayward wenches He can't get close enough to help He won't French kiss the stenches He finds it hard to concentrate About
My boots will be on And I'll be sweating through my shirt By the break of dawn Wishing paper mill stenches Weren't so damn strong While turning
of the fences But if we start again, maybe we can use the wrenches Fix it up, and try to make sure we get rid of the stenches Get a house and just rent it, hoping
to turn them wrenches You’ll see defeat closing in by the inches Down here in the dirt we get used to all the stenches I push through the entrance and shoot
tell u it's all bad But still got stylists and benzes I'm in the trenches Covering my nose from all the stenches with my invention Ohhhhh But I got
Blood drenched Breathless Spilled guts fill the entrenchments Putrid Stenches Remains of broken defences I am the last Battered and worn Only way
the center of the earth Tunes can turn to movies thru invention in the words It usually don't suit me sniffin stenches on the turf So I packed up my bags
special If they ain't then I'm robbing the bank I just thought I should mention like Ooh Yeah Don't you pretend I can tell by your stenches You talking
The moment is near My senses are sensing your fear Out of your pores like your near Your stenches are drying up roses Making my vision unclear Shits crazy From
with the wars of God and demon hate and love death and life sounds of thousands marching to the graves stenches of vomit and emaciated lives
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