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Ayo it's [?], [?] therapist [?], back like Apollo kids Brutal, stir a nigga brain like a cup of noodle Tony Picasso didn't shit, but a little doodle [?] face, keep [?] Screaming out, "More bass", spazzing on tour dates [?] bitches flicking they pussy lips French vanilla butter pecan, I call 'em sugar tits Palming they ass, one finger in the stinker Forty pound herringbone chain without a kinker Minger, my fur got stashed by some chambers Barracuda grip, bitch [?] up in my banger [?], guns more rockier than mountain Stopped the James Bond [?], then piss in the fountains We out The only motherfucker that's thought of like he a mystical It's criminal, to wait and he slaughter all of the physical Horror is not predictable, honor is not a ritual It's Hell up in Harlem when they shot him in 1962 The nine is lifting you to a higher body, celestial The pistol do the damage, no matter what the medicinal Hiding behind municipal, got inside the invincible I tried to find a rhyme that can silence the higher sentinel You added to the violence, the violence is my monopoly Feed 'em to the assassin, then smash 'em like he was pottery Letras de cancionesSlash 'em with the isosceles, have 'em passed me the Wallabees I'll take the [?] after robbing 'em like democracy How could you be honoring the fallen father, the harbinger The foreigner of everything, holy call me the conqueror The room darken, I'm the tooly [?] the carpenter The God philosopher, it's the holy mountain, the sorcerer Muerte From Letras Mania