#BreakfastBars These knaves crave to claim the same accolades Ive obtained/ But they aint pay the price I paid, see the sacrifices Ive made/ Who you? Play ya part duke, lay on the altar/ For those who cant stomach me, youre welcome for the ulcer/ So successful yet still yearn for urned death/Nonregretful so when I do burn the earthll turn up sped/ Heavy mental, wicked than Eastwick wicker wound from candlewicks/ No resting lets go, in a race with the Sun for angeles/ A hot mess? You friggin A right, make god sweat/ A speed head, when him revin his engine youll B left/ Deep breaths, exhale life for plants/ No need to be blessed, this curse works fine spores hatch/ Your cracked thorax forms scabs & a sore patch/ Youre a threat? Yeah & so is a genital wart on a whores snatch/ Medicinal criminal piss in pools this is rude ridicule rituals/ Sounds like Ems verse on the BET cypher is what you thought, didnt you?/
Posted on: Fri, 15 Nov 2013 13:58:43 +0000
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