knock off

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bold is what controlled me to control my life its hard its bold but once it
unfolds you people gonna be old as mold on the book it took a lot to hook
for it to come this way. I told my self no one makes my life a living hell
I fell but never bailed. I sailed this road it took me a lot and this microphone
please you can you leave me alone all this postponed so I can speak and
have a tone every bone in me says go to the nearest cone head and tell
them your reason why you resigned but never mined I'm poor and I am
tour my heart is bloody galore yes I ignore my therapist and I am not an
atheist yes I got bi polar disorder take the recorder record me do I like rap
yes do I have a broken home, ya still blessed do I have a room to my self
no I got cps why do I need to confess this life's a test not your saggy ass
dress more less Walmart is my jc. Penny's yes I have and ones tiny shoes
on and to small so what you wining for you got a McLaren and a 2017
ford oh lord it wasn't blue your favorite color since your fam picked you
up from the zoo . molly the doll calling its in your brawl mitt Romney is
giving you a call me the united states commit called the militia tell her
I hated her and I've been cheating with 5 stripp'as bonqeqe is helping me
her dress is pretty oh stress blowing my best girl away oh lord pray I'm not
gay help me to day if not ala help ill put the computer under the guys desk
ill get the group past the nato and secret service bless me I'm not like
the rest. now who judging I heard the call now who has it all better call the
police to help oh wait the police are after his sorry self no more wealth
health only comes to twelve decibels the rest are murder gang rifles
where all rivals on police record no files we gonna make you notice don't
dial or ill beat you worse then marshals mom in 8 mile this a crisis
me and gangs don't forget 50 caliber for assist this army got juvenile
kids parents to slit there wrist no witness it just business enlist or fear
my list and the disk mama at risk talk with fool manner stop with that lisp
or captain Bruce banner gonna hit ya with no police scanner there scared
of our bandana we Atlanta the hood of new Orleans in Louisiana dress
you up like Hana Montana think of this like a bunch of dudes that look
like French Montana better fix you grammar or I might shoot you or
smash you with a hammer all on camera reading on the bible in the last
days you mother fuckers will be raised every which way who
loves god wont
get to stay but me and the devil made arrangement's for you god
dick suckers
last days it really pays off to not be a knock off .
 
 
 

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calebhumphrey
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