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Each meal, we captivating tasty plates,

consiglieri complimentary munch with grape plates, son

that be trill commisary lunch, bacon laced steak buns,

asparragus, asian fruit, hummer, bok choy soup,

just prelude, bitches suck my dick til they Na'vi,

grey blue, never knew what this hay do,

can't really front though, Inhale the blunt whole,

lung funked slow to burned coal, flesh on blazing folie burned stove,

fresh off earned loads, fine night, vine lights lined, residing tight,

thoughts wet flow, placid on the fine light,

coughing soil, blood black soy, And In hind sight,

He downright dark-blind hard-line,

A day one case one, eyes glary haze chumps,

hard grind, salute troops, preaching the fate come,

like commisary grunt dude's, invading fronts waving the 8 1s,

Everyone I group the same, enemies no friends of me,

everyone I shoot to flames,