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Out of my face on loads of drugs
More shortfall than a resort outlet mall When leaves and mercury fall Need triple stock quickly dropped Hot rocks and wife-worrying coughs Lingering a little bit too long Chronic hack from the chronic I can hack it, I use it to hack my operating system I’ve ninety percent of the devil’s cyphers cracked And the…
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Off my head
In the club they’re playing the classics Spinning wax pinging out blasters Bangers bangers, hands to rafters Sweating now, bliss forever comedown after Chatting shit over cans at an afters Wafting away acrid smells with my hands Telling some girl about my favourite bands Victorian times, that hard to make an advance Crabs have more…
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Legendary quantities
Please don’t call my hareem’s denizens hoes But tell me how many are coming over And whether any fancy sucking toes We’re sleeping top and tail babe to babe tonight We’re railing pale lines of crushed diamonds, powered ice Colombian marching powder divided into striations Nice in the nose, burning sensation, but disgusting taste Embrace…
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Gaff
Morgan freeman how I speak too freely It’s too easy to upset someone these Day’s old, night’s young, I try to call her honeybun Honey is torture, equal to eating a burger with a lamb bun Queen accuses rogue bees of embuzzlement, hive trial of century Her fiery locks in a wide bun like ezekiel’s…
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