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Bae, my word I give it - now that I'm living right,

Ain't sipping rhymes - fuck dribbling I'm,

One Up - tougue rough from Licking Mics,

One Up - chewing them shrooms like they Giving Life,

If looks could kill I let the Bitches Die,

Back to the Writtens Icy //Ice filling my 9mm lined,

 

 

 

These Writtens that I pen & type some fiction science,

Wait, I know your livid - that I'm only live if I'm trying ta

Different this Time,

Blow dick as if it's Wind Chimes,

No shit that this Diamond Ring of mine is Splitting Light,

I mean it fricking Shines gllistening bright,

in the dimest light of a Winter's Night,

I'm the King - Sitting in this Shrine,

 

Lyricism shiting in the minds of these Left & Right winged,

Politicians that swallow dicks in like hollow limbed chickens,

Neither fly with brains like Peas in size,

Call me a blind like Tom Wiggings I'm,

blinking twice just to verify the shit I have written's right,

but in thinking - sight - make no difference - why,

cause when in