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• Written by TheAmericant
In a sense some incidents have made me strip my innocence
Brain rotted and flipped like some acid n' a cent, this isn't fit,
My sentences enough to make you rip a clip within ya lip
Gotcha mad like I double dipped people know I'm a trouble kid
Surv that and Surv this I serve wack's, I burn kids,
Thinking of being better I could say now thats ludacris,
A void of darkness, artists will all cease to exist,
Rookie of this year, yall fuckers all cover who it is,
Its no mystery, it is me, I'll make your dopest rhymes history,
You will see who I be I'll fuck up your family and team,
Flow's a stream lyrics seem to keep the beat following me,
When you fuck around there's a high ass chance you're bound to scream
I'mma big bad wolf an I'm gonna blow your house down
Right about now I'll blast your head downtown surround sound
Listenin' glistenin' like a crown, wow, growin' like moss, Bow Wow,
Chicka wow wow underground sounds pow pow into your town now,
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TheAmericant
Member since July 24 2014