BARAKA Witchouse 40k

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Pulled a blade up at your gang
Wrist rocket on my gang
Sold my soul off to my blessed
I sold my soul like I'm the plague
All these rappers in the way
Taking shots at your face
Broken knuckle from the gang
Broken knuckle full of pain

Chainsaw on me, hang me up like a noose
Choppa with me and it spray and it shoot
Bob the Builder the way I hit with the tool
Playing with me knuckle duster yo' tooth
I am a cat you a mouse filled with modesty
He want a feature but wrote an apology
Shout out garbage running up my psychology
Ride with the heat, if it cold you can call on me
Moving the some rock like geology
Shipping the pack I think I hit the lottery
Run the economy
She give me brain like lobotomy
I am the GOAT call it inside of me
All of the mice see
Burn the bridge you ain't a friend of me
Turn it to ash got me some enemies
Moving this weight like the seventies
Water all on me I look like anemone

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