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Then again, I'm sure his inner circle is full of dude's who pretend to have his best interests in mind, as long as his views ascend Expounding on jews, is to ensue an abusive trend To those who hold his views, while Elon Nazi salutes, again.





That goes for the well wishers, wishing for help...
Have 'em run faster than Michael when Joe Jackson lifts up his belt...
Straight up offensive shit... a chip off the old mental block...
Disclaimer: don't blame me for what this pencil jots
Wait. Don't blame me for what these keys, type...
They wanna be heir, but can't breathe life...
Then shit goes 'left', yet only seems 'right'...
Can get a little dizzy, getting to these heights...
See these dykes, walking dollar signs, waiting to be priced...
Stomp a mudhole n' em, leave a shoe, stuck...
Out here, getting my dues, but...
Kids outside doing everything, aside from the truth stuff...
The truth hurts.... but not harder than a kick to the face...
If the kick came first, you'd probably take the truth and try to switch it in place...
Lose all your teeth faster than you lost your money in crypto...
You put 2K in it - that wasn't a flip, though.
That was your life savings... your whole Casa Bonita job, to date...
I'll be honest, mate. I'd probably not wanna rob your safe
In fear of being disappointed... no respect for trying...
Only money you got for the safe... is what you spent to buy it...
I've disowned them kids, not sure why they keep coming back...
Between despair and self loathing, knowing I'll have fun with that....
As deep as it goes... so deep that every secret's exposed...
Naked Truth - there's no need for your clothes...
Freezing, icicles seizing your bones... use my DNA to create a genetic sequence of clones
To beat with this throne.. whatever you're seeking
Stands to reason you should leave it alone
I mean it, only strength - not a single weakness, is known.
Ugh... built dynasties with these kind of keys...
I was blessed before I could sneeze...
Not sure what momentum they were tryin' seize...
Say their kings? Wouldn't hold my breath, like an idle breeze...
Owned the land, when they signed the lease
Watch it go to plan, 'cause I know that a 'broken' man's trying to find his 'peace'...
The kind of heat that would rival an island beach...
High as the pilot seats from inside a sidewinder, flying east...
Or is it West? 'Ye is off of the plot...
The academy doesn't know whether to offer him an Oscar, or not.
Talking a lot about Andy Kaufman has got
Many people thinking it's a level of introspection that he wants to unlock....
Not sure I agree... I just think he could use his meds...
He's losing his mind faster than he's losing friends...
Then again, I'm sure his inner circle is full of dude's who pretend
to have his best interests in mind, as long as his views ascend
Expounding on jews, is to ensue an abusive trend
To those who hold his views, while Elon Nazi salutes, again.
Let me just check to see if the world is still spinning...
Jack Napier... If I die? I'll be killed, grinning.
Fake as their love is, hate is a real feeling...
Speak a will in existence to rock the boat they are still building...
'till their palate, is cleansed... regardless of how it descends
into complete chaos, I am a generational talent, condensed...
Put clowns into a severe state of paralysis, then devour them when...
They try it assert their power, it comes spilling out, at both ends...
Look... that's miserable way to go...
So I'm a say take a tow straight to the destination zone...
Ugh, stop wasting my time making a line
as intricate as it was when they fake the design...
Take their skull from their face n' assign a fist, let it buffer first...
Tier 1 is this ass whooping, tier 2 is the other verse...
I didn't dig a single bar that they dropped, but I dug a hearse...
Don't let you ego get in shit that it wasn't worth
End up pushing it too far, like the gerbil stuck up your cousin's ass....
Dozen tracks you dropped - a bunch of trash
Your ego and skill level, it doesn't match....
Son, relax. Your reality, wasn't fact. It was, in fact, completely shun of tact.

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