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• Written by Marcus
My swag cuts so deep
I leave you flipped covered in gaws
Smothered in your own blood
Pissed discovering God
Let you kick the bucket
You little prick disgusted
There is no recovering nah
I’m so sick and discovered
It’s my disc you uncovered
It’s my platinum you were stumbling on
Die already Yup
Bye already Death
You steadily kept mumbling on
Talking bout the high horse you were on
The one that you’re tumbling off
You coughing up blood
Knocking on gods door
That’s your coffin understood
Now you got four feet more now
Your sound won’t change
It’s still muffled
Your fans are the same
You’re still underground
Trouble is my name
Ain’t shit change
Oh shit here we go
Cops coming now
Hands in the air get the fuck on the ground
You’re deep enough though
They won’t hear a sound
You coughing, I’m laughing
That’s collaborating
You’re plotting, you back and
That’s retaliating
Get the corporation back
Think tank and ink back
Label back lay the track
Reincorporating
Lay smash on a diss track
Still a source of hating
Doing they want you back or don’t they now?
Course they are debating
Would he could he
He ain’t got no woody
He’ll charge you fore you get his package
That’s fee mail, pussy
You’re all 52 states
Waiting patiently, do say, bluntly
Pussy sprouted up from 6 feet under
Cunt-tree
Hunt me
And I’ll put you in the ground
Along with your roots
Cause your crew was shot down
They tried to avenge you
But couldn’t shoot now you’re all by yourself
it’s just you now
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Marcus
Member since August 2 2014