TAUNT

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my mentalities fatal and a cruel streak runs in the blood
tear ya grandmas asshole up and proceed to bury her sons
killed my father like im kylo smoke crack with windpipes bones ya die slow
smoke stains on the shed ceiling to interfere with ya lungs
fuckin up heads cuttin up guts where my machete here's tunde
............my smokes like sketchers in no lace
i killed the pusherman left him dead on stretcher cold case
the dudes that complain about race arent protecting today
stuck in the haze of a maze its a fucking mazing
making the back seat a cool space to sit
robbing from each other spittin bars i puke in a buick
swallow a wallup you fed my toll hits the roof if
I dont know if to move is it bad to love this
money and all thats below does that mean i should hate fame cuz its greedy
should i hate poverty cuz its lazy or feed the needy
or should i play the game the same way or motivate and change the land scape
pull up hard on the bars stack the deck im handed
shuffle the cards wings so fly feet so low
am i grounded or just landed face planted
ima rock brave enough to face the cold
no time to grAPPLE WITH THOSE ON THE SCAFFOLD
life is a game of uno and wherever yopu go they bravo
although they'd much see you in gravel
brain washed glass bricjks transparent with distorted images
demolishion of a green house smoking tomb nerve rack cold sweat sleeplessness
 
life of the road to lady liberty
to pipe a song drowning kid in the , river
or to take them withme and be an uplifter
rebel criminal im such a cooc i give myself the spooks
merrily merrily i just popped my canoe by the brook
paddled to shore by the bibles words youssef mezrioui on his two feet
on beat like cops on a street dirka dirka when a beat drops
we sing different tunes and recieve gawks
hawk eyes almighty dollar runs these blocks i eavesdrop
like snake charmers in speakers reach ears hearts
while the light skin priviledge nigga gets bigger
some wankstas throw eggs and dart off the force so tight will press you quit smartin off
your nose will jerk like ppigs snorting sideways
start to cough suffocating get ojayed come my way
when a girl is handcuffed choking by two strings
feeling a rush ears blushed electric pulse im not joking
if not i'll stand from the porch with random objects ida grab'n prod'em poke them tortured
key me in wanna be bad ass boutta be stabbed ass
thats that to anybody who want whats coming its encouraged
to remove their tongue from my young dumb half black a-rab ass crack

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tunde1hundy
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