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Crazy nigga, call him gnarly
Ran from himself, mind departed
Alone with thought, poetry concocted
Free psyche, kill the prophet
Lover accepted, the loving harlot
Body beautiful, mind rotted
His own blood, on his composite
Celebrity of Satan, now he waits for death incarnate
Watch y'all bleed when my bullets cleave
Curb stomp they teeth, it leaves no crease
Chamber bullets cause nerves to cease
Icy wrist to stop secretion
Emo concubine, on her knees
For a suited nigga, covered in some sleeves
Dissenting destinies, kill the seed
Character lacking wealth, deemed incomplete
Blood on the walls, devil called, was a lost cause
Gone when I'm spitting some shit onto a f*cking DAW
Fame in exchange for conceit, add another cost
Fate met with a blade, pierced through a bitch raw
Relations be more hollow than the hollows
Resting in my gun they follow, not the socials
Leaving bodies, kill the posse, knife is sharpened
Lost soul, searching for greatness that is godly