Can’t unsend a diss
Might rent this
My apprentice
Rent lips
Sent pics no bend this dick
High bandwidth and ample data mandated to hit play on that shit
Sudden dozens, we’re cousins
But it stops at blood
You couldn’t
Walk a straight mile
Without a map
Walk by the old gaff
Goodbye to all that
Good buy, this Passat
Drives ninety, two flats
Stroll lordly through flats full of crackheads
Twenty fags then stomp your head for a bag, Carlos Prates.
Alchemisland 
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