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Im serious,

Have any of you lyricists ever experienced the fearlessness of not bein' in fear of spirits,

That like to linger when they hear shit,

And long for a beer sip,

Like all them years that ,

Passed since that Lazeris passage was captured on camera with Canon,

Fallin from heaven ,that mammin,

Got dammit, i'm famished,

Ive gotten over the tragic,

Events from my past quick,

That grab at your gadget like magnets,

Its passion that shouldn't be rationed and strapped in and latched when,

Them basterds happen to apprehend em' & actually capture him,

The front of her better not stab me in the back again,

Like some magic you laughably act like you practicin'

Abra- cadabra- I'll actually stab ya,

Im mad bruhhh..

So have a ,

Least a mile radius away from me or greater,

You haters wana have me catch a fade but stay stirred,

Cuz I'll put that blade first ,and ask questions that're staged later...

Like Raiders nation off-you-skatin' ,

Musta forgot how great this nation faked it to be ...

Open your eyes essay...ill flake on you later,

Gettin baked off this Grey dirt,,

Bout to hit babes skirt,

From the back like I attracted the pay dirt...