Chicken Hunting v3

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Chang my what?
Bet your being clear.
a cum quat lily sus bitch
But your decisions still bring u hate,
I'm just clown around gang.
poke out kids' eyeballs,
Cheers to those Mad fools,
Hear them jugs kids love you,
I keep a juglets' Real sluts,
Just Fuck around Find out.
 
So, I Heard you going chicken Hunten,
I got cha.
Keep chickens in the yard pick sum thin.
We from Around the block
you call it seven and grand,
I call it the loft,
red door studio 4 8
 
cancer huh sound violent jay.
Butch here to suffocate you, no need for breath,
We chill so hard its murder mitten season.
got a Fire can't extinguish or a strap that don't jam.
Good with the one who made me.
Call her Mrs. Deb, a Real Michigan chick,
not like Em and his mom from Missouri little bitch.
Its Murder Mitten Season,
Where you get murder by a singing AI,
Not even an effort

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