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I'm taken back.

A Satan attack on my brain.

I'm back thinking I'm insane.

Rapping about the maker taking aim and forsaken the claim.

That she be the maker of my pain.

Then why do I see your name on this piece of paper?

The frame might be bent but the pictures the same!

So why do all you bitches pretend to be sane?

When I know you're vicious and befriend me just to taste my dick & dip in the fame.

I maybe rich but I'm the genie granting wishes and riches for Christmas.

All you Bitches are the same.