What is this?,
What is this?,
What is this?,
I've written my I've written my I've written my Yeah! Oh shit! Shams you could take my shit,
Bassline hit some more eight liners,
Buy me a whip then I take my pick Then I find me a chick I can make my bitch,
Hey! Darkness in motion It's a 16 bar from the dark of the ocean,
Flow penetrates, he goes from the dark of the broken,
Meanwhile, I'm in hell smoking,
won't let me get my bocce,
The remotes in the green and the purebred's nerd,
And PZM decks and they spread their words On daytime celly where they blur and hurt Like what?,
I've written my But I saw a fella dagger in the best one,
Young boy and a bottle in the best one And you know I give a fuck about sex times Yeah!,
Oh shit! Shams you could take my shit Bassline hit some more eight liners,
Oh shit! Shams you could take my shit,
Bassline hit some more eight liners,
Bassline, bassline, eight liners,
I'm sorry.

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sorry.

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