A-alikes to see-alikes, creed astral travel at tha speed of life/
heed tha wisdom of tha wise/
faggots grab it when they pattin’ down tha penis size/
out of habit I reacted now I’m stickin’ pens like tha side of a
cactus/
9 planets revolve sun, yo son, what I wrote’s tha highest rung/
when Science blow up rap, crabs get my name scribed on they right
lung/
papis’ autopsies show me injections of Oxy Codeine, ironpalms explode, call ‘em rosie/
cat got okee doked for his stash, tha average dopefiend, never kept his nose clean/
most of these fit tha stereotype, but pick tha wrong area, you’ll end up deader than malaria infections…
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