LITTLE FLAME

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Put a muzzle on a pusspop so shit don't pop Outta that pus
I tried that and shit didn't go down so good except the juice
Aint no warning for the danger she attacked without a sign
Saw it from a mile away and still got caught with the right
Shits gettin old bang nine to five for the papes
The clocks broken Auld Lang Syne from 1788
Time stops for one(1) moment and forty(40) days pass with debris
Three(3) mistakes cost this fucked up broken lock with no key?
Slam her down the marbles broke and lost like it's pieces
I lost my marbles and I thought I profited from onyx
Your trapped in your circle trynna chase your own tail
The more deadlier the pace with which I profit your fail
These crappers are like hobnails they stay strapped to my brogues
I can't get rid of them they're part of my outfit in the roads
And say I'm washed up if you wanna see a bigger flame
I'm a carbide in disguise so water is my friend in the game
Will a whisper of wizzle knock over a nut or just kill it?
A will-o-wisp in the mix'll knock out all these in a minute.

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Lioncub
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