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All Hotties Eat the Jizz

Necro

Gory Days

version of Mrs. Garrett
My speech is arrogant as I get sucked simultaneously
by J.R. Carrington and Christaro Barrington
Shove my dicky in Nikki Lynn

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(Yea lets get it)

Lets take a look at the letter Paul wrote to Titus, yea we bout

that came 
I did it all by myself 
I never needed no help
Gettin' my music off the ground 
Niggas that turned they back 
Look how they turn back around

Pussy niggas wanna see me fall 
Chopper wit me bout 3 feet tall
Keep a grip right by my balls 
Now u can't beat me or beat me off 
30 clip hanging

how bout you
Talking to high frequencies because they pick up all the time
Holding conversations with em for the longest time
That's along the lines

in the past
I Said it you get it
Forget it
By the time I'm upgraded
You niggas are stuck in my class yea
Okay I gave em a year
Now it's too late

and never come back

They're coming to get you, Barbara, seek shelter from the dead
Overrun by savage beasts, aim for their rotten head
X marks the spot
Live

Rick (Belch), Pickle Rick (Belch), and Morty behind me 
But short for Mortician 
That Mark William Calaway 
Runaway semi 
Best get the fuck out the way

grave, we dancin, kinda like D Lo
Then sprint naruto
Bussing down with a new flow

Making sure my accountant is in account
Get out the after-party, bout

a five, gotta stop you know i try, it’s jus this bitch and i, she askin where i was last night? groupie hoes by my side, my boys gon slide in five

Penn Ave to a moshpit
Off a 1-6
Donald Trump not like this
Back in 2012
My pride
Prophesied by Mayans
I watched the whole world
Get trialed by fire
For

goes the same when it leaves
That's why I'm out here hustling putting in work
Trynna make my mark 'fore my ascension and leaving this earth
Making sure I

say they mean
I call it hungry pains
When we gone eat again
I wanna make a name
Don't know bout fame
Got the world in my hand
But what I gain
Can't grow

Let me tell you story bout a kid without a father
Raised by his daughter and taken care by his mother
She always bothered to keep her children in

design

I'm one unique ass nigga
Check out my stat lines (Pixburgh)
One of many where I'm from
But few get the nod (facts)
I chose my words carefully
By

I'm obligated
Different marks on my quotation
This light work, this a demonstration
Numbers right I calculated
Flows are on automation
Colorful, that's

sit here looking at em wondering
Should I take em or abandon em
Like everyone did to me
I can't get rid of the memories
That are implemented

Dreaming bout the way you think of me baby all night
Taken by the breeze while we sipping under moonlight
Head to Venice when it's dinner time
You puff your

a quarterback
Here's an honest review
I got some feedback
You only dip your toes in
I'm submerged in the ocean
Surrounded by sharks
Steady makin' my mark like

maniac I got a couple side hoes
Bullets mark yo body up like vitiligo
Live by the gun die by the gun that's just how life goes
I'm just a dirty south nigga

1 By 1 as the world just takes some
Of me, piece by piece, I'm starting to shake bruh
I never thought I'd have to carry all this weight, but

FUCK U MARK ASS FOOLS
WE FROM THE ERA THAT ABIDE BY THE MOTHER FUCKING RULES
FROM TO OC 2 KC
 REAL ONEZ UP & DOWN STILL KEEPIN IT G
NO NEED TO SWITCH IT

I'm fishing for A Pike and Bitten by a Wolf under the moon Though I'm Thinking like a like and You may Like It
My shoulders tensed I Rub and I get

sun-kissed by the heavens
Out this world by design
A million kisses from vermillion lips
Her figure blessed me out of orbit
So divine
But, uh oh, uh oh
Houston