Carnage

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Brain dead eye drops
Oh you ghetto freak
I don't know why the fuck you put me in this shit hole
Like he putting me in the bed
Mental hospital
Michael Jackson hee hee playing with little kids
Like he once hovered
Like red rover do you know what I meant when you bb gun to my head
You better just hold the blimp
Bro thinks he's ballin
Don't tell me that shit that chronologically speaking your gay
You little twit
I don't know who the fuck you are Kelly
Mother fucker thinks his palms are sweaty
Nerves tell me that this is not make believe
Think you can rap
Oh snap
Kelly is too dunk
Go back to that shitty life and don't try to hopelessly diss my like he's him
Why don't you pay him to get me off your big bill
Why money's not a big deal
I'm rich
I wipe my ass with 6 mill
I'll spend that on my big deal
Shut your mumbling mouth up
Lil Zane mgk
And wile your at it hang your self up
Plus if dick is of worth rapping about you twit
I'm waiting for your heart attack
He's tacking notes for 8 mile Nivara
Well its fine just put down the pin

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