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I can ill afford to lose when the game looks like you They donno what to do so they bow down like who Is gonna tell em the truth they couldn’t spit If they was missin a tooth they wouldn’t shoot If they was lookin at troops But they would shoot at proof That’s why this shit gets to me my skin is on fire Fuck ever letting the hook go off the fuckin wire And I couldn’t ever be much fuckin higher Everyday we twist the phyre Pyromaniacs Twist it up see how insane he react We act see fat bitches and we laugh Be back in a minute we in it and then we dash Turn on the radio and listen some whack Ass Emcees giving it they hack Try giving it back to the people that be living ya track Im living intact with a purpose to fuckin pen at The sickest level hit the devil wit an edible THC, fire breathing demon boehmeths is what I see Fin to fuck your bitch I punch her clit Hit her a couple times then I quit Its R A W and then I dip Bitch.

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