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Cerebrial

  1. The salt has lost its seasonings, emcess has lost their reasoning..
  2. this clip you see me squeezing in...removes oxygen when breathing in
  3. ..Grew up admireing.. the type of gats cats were fireing....aside from
  4. mercenaries, I don't know who the fuck is hireing..cats like myself
  5. wit notches ,I wear gallachers ..I stay burying mobsters who
  6. sing like operas...I lit up this one Sinatra ...eating pasta...looking
  7. proper....que pasa.......now he's a phone call from Hoffa inside
  8. Davy jones locker. well known.you know my nails grown from
  9. from the cell phone..trapped inside of hell zone waiting for the bell
  10. tone ,exscuse me, I meant dial..theres no denial about my trial
  11. my gat had so many hits I just know it went viral.
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  13. BITCHES ask me all the time..Blackman, what the fuck up? you be
  14. acting like you stuck. my hairline need a touch up..Bitch..go home
  15. gets ya bucks up..and I might slide thru.
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  17. One bytch said..shyt..I got soo many skeletons inside my closet,
  18. where in the fuck would hide You ?
  19. I like all eyes on me, specially side 2.....passion for thugs
  20. had me smashing the clubs...Aint no luv in this rap.game..just ski masks
  21. and gloves....and a bunch bad bytches that might give hugs
  22. then leave yo ass somewhere on a Cyprus Hill looking older than Muggs
  23. .Lets just B. Real..... On Average I savage..i useto sabotage a Married
  24. niggas
  25. marriage and take the bitch back to the Barracks..promise her 40 karats
  26. then hit deployment fighting arabs ....overseas..similar to veitnames
  27. a little trees and less fine bitches to squeeze..hold up..soldier..at ease
  28. I cant even blame this shyt on weed..i never inhaled ...that Bill shyt never
  29. fails to amaze when I blaze...Who let this Lion out his cage..shit..i
  30. cut my hair, got tired of asking bytches..would you Braid ?now
  31. I rock the ceasar..real low bae bro...my wrists soo fucking icy
  32. they be calling it grey snow.
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