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Got the devil speak to me, said, "Tell on Me, nigga, you lie." All my sight and my breath, fucking myself weeping With my knife. Flowing smoke, killer from the south, Guess, no, no. Play the thirsty, bite the devil, Pop his head, but bust his shit. I'm suffocating the vapor performance. It's dragging me into my grave, I feel a Rage, my chest. Blood on my hands and I Feel on the head. Office and axes, they flow With the drip. Pussy says, "No," but the fucker, They kill it. The coffin is heavy, the box Is real. Murder, murder, everything dirty. Inside my head with the smoke and the clicking. To the shop, I made the shopping and gripping. Plus, they went on the stamina, keep ripping. Bust his head, the first he brought. Chronic was amazing, bitch. Break his shirt and dump his dead. The empty zombie fucking me. Sixty on the liver, crazy birthday murder, I'm gripping. I lost it from the drama, Come and send it, fuck your hopes. Entrap me, murder rest in steady, burning shops with Flames. I put the shadow all up on your Friends and fuck your head. Bones snapping, causing death and leaving ghosts. They take my soul and love like reaper. Hell's only for the bitch, no hope.