666
• Written by RapConcept
I was once lost, didn't find shit.
Lost my mind to 'a Divine trick of the mind.
Shit.
Toss of the hips, there wasn't a Boss to cross off of the list.
I'm getting pissed off at the witness, sick of these little bitches.
Which doctor do I get to snip off these triple sewn stitches?
It's getting simple in it's own switches, fixes in it's dome but digits in it's zone.
Sixes like the Prince's home.
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RapConcept
Member since April 4 2015