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hot molasses moving a lot of masses like volcano ashes the sun spitter like a shaolin munk or a kingpin chunk begun from no gold and glitter were hitters like whom run slithering like the dragons tounge bitter connect the knots and dots is the knitter arrive in the wagon in working on this like nine to five i have them smirking faggot chiggas wanna see me obey and twerking baby but the work in who dropped the soap im searching got em in the scope emerging dont need no rehearsing the devil want but cant have me lurked in sitting in the shadows lurking propose to expose these fake pharos through rap and shake u till u break awake when everything is at stake for fuck sake theres no bad luck black duck dont get stuck in ur ways there brains are half air like lays i do what i can like heins from despair with none to care i share can someone help him take his hand of the grappling gun anyone pull the trigger now napping done in the sandbox with gats and glocks cats and police freeze knocks can hear the firing shots acquiring tears from the mothers and others like im diving in the bottom of the ocean they keep multiplying poition abused used for stopping and topping commotion the needles always go skin deep let me borrow some sanity to keep i hope humanity can forgive me for telling the truth or what u would call profanity i outlive the combative that hope to shatter me i leave em like they never matter from the gun splatter its a dark matter but need to feed like a great white shark that they try to brake in these parts i seen my chiggas incinerate from tires that have em hot wired inflate bitch i might bite stay were u are when i write theres no quite comparing at all i still see bright fight for the tight light i pore out from my core sore and speak i wrote to cover like a coat a truth lover if i was one i still have my wisdom tooth close the door before when ur in the booth bitch now on mute