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Bernard Spilsbury
From Grandads to old biddies,
Young men to little kiddies!
You want homicide or suicide, or can't decide
Well come inside and see

Fresh
In the flesh
Unimpressed by the rest
On my chest
I confess
Yall could guess
Lots to get
Off it fuck your politics
And fuck your clique
And fuck

always in your bed
And don't forget about your family
They'll fuck you over casually
And I'll tell you why but you already knew it
A letter "S" with a line

as much
It eases the pain by making me throw up my fuckin' lungs
But fuck it imma keep doing it just because
I like to get high while I'm writing lyrics

they can check the score
Never complained when I
Never complained when I slept in dorms
I knew that I would take the world by storm
And that's the best

To stay the fuck out
Of everyone's mouth
They call me the hexagon
Wish I was gone with the wind
Personified sin
A Scarlet letter
I'm stuck at O'Hare
But

letters right now to the South Pole
Asking for some gifts cause your money real down low
Bumping Taylor Swift, why you chilling with your sound low
I just

Couldn't pay attention to the work that was given I stared at the window
Got lost in my visions, got picked on by many cause my teeth was to crooked
My

flow
Life is a petty hoe and she already know
I got a problem that I wasn't ready for
I'm from the South I remember the levee broke
I'm feeling lost I

you think her favorite letter from the alphabet
Get ya money up baby she got fendi on her body
And she push a Bentley GT beep beep
Got her own money she

talk, better be about some big money
Type to make 'em put they foot in they mouth
I'mma bonafide boss got it straight out the South
Had to euro-step it up

Stepper)
Got some whiteys that like to pay extra
Don't need no army, I step by myself
Trapping real hard, yeah, I tripled my wealth
My opps call me Ninja, I

by like adios
Spacing
Out of earth not relating 
Metal to his mouth
Give the fuck nigga braces
Hatin all I
Hear nowadays
Repoin AMG
Is all I see

them fries from In-N-Out and your friends think it's funny how I talk, I'm From the south
You spent 5K on the couch, I know you bougie bae, And every

Threw away your love letter, I
Thought it'd make me feel better, I
Finally got you out my bed, but I
Still can't get you out my head, ooh
I'm sending

and freedom by security officers

Yes, it can be said that consciousness is dangerous here

From the seller on the street to the people who build the road

pizza in the South Valley
In two hoods living two ways
Three little girls same last name four letters tattooed on my back
Bout my blood until I learned

dry
I'm doing me I'm bout that 9th letter nigga "I"
Silence of the grams hustle on the low
She naked on the pole money on the flo'
I'm bout to hit

than fall

And stoop to your level no lesser
I won't be coerced by the devil I know that im better
 just Tryna rake in that cheddar
 in the warzone im

by accident
Thinking that you're down when you've never fucking hanged with em
Plus, I never asked Kogz to drop that 
You brought it on yourself biting

a picture, write it in a letter

You better believe I'm breathing, believe in what you believe in
Look into my eyes and see the reason that I be leaving
I'm

I been full of anger
If I die today I gotta thank God for my life
I thank God cuz I ain't ever had no vice

If I die today I gotta thank God
By

homework...
You'll never have to sit through another movie brought to you by the creators of South Park...
School's out forever....
No more paying bills...
You

England
It was early August and he went with his grandfather to join his family on holiday
The slow summer train wound its way south over the Tay and Forth