fists a cuffs trip a rush no imaginary tales scanning optics then your operations crushed additude crackles the shamless shackled we travel fleet deep i bone pussy tight as a tackle go hard when i grapple my nigga Adam split your apple one barrel ignited another united fallen shadow want revenge got to pay to battle
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My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
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