Blaow!
Hitting  that ink, I drank
Crucifix 
Tied
To a noose
Finna  watch you hang
Body  count
Play a tape
Devilish 
World pain
Yeah, I knew you hate that sound
Bitch
Bull 
Sh-izz-it ends
Got a place
For your ditch
Body still
Freaky hits
In my thoughts, I dig one up
Then I make a nigga dig a plot
Made his soul rush
Body slow
On the fucking blunts
Still gotta tweak
Be a conscious
Bloody afro, blunt shit
Bullshit, my shells hit
Selling me
And that bullshit that I hear
Never ever end with me
Straight from the World Peace
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