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[chorus]
i_i told you, walk away

[verse 1: wildcard]
f_ck true love
i’m moving one hot room to the next
till they spew slugs
i catch a gunshot wound to the neck
till god comes and chops off the hands i write flows with
i’m so sick like big ls ghost, a ghost wrote this yo
pouring out pandoras box i’m gone
a mercenary milf on the search for soccer moms (come here)
kidnap and leave they ribs cracked with a c_ck this long (i_i told you, walk away)
then beat em to death with a d_ck like a clock [with h_rns?]
i’ll drop this
motherf_ckers can’t stop the storm
a raging bull inside this booth, come and lock your h_rns
i crack domes like cage fighters in the octagon
you never see p_ssy in me like watching soft_core p_rn
i’ll do the opposite of bury you
and lift you six feet high
i’m sick of these fools staring at my chick with they beast eyes
yo, why you think about ’em zipping the levis
(i_i told you, walk away)
you probably safer trynna stick your d_ck in a beehive
die
[chorus]
e_e_e_e baby
i_i told you, walk away

[verse 2: dead poet]
i got a buzz in the streets, like i’m drunk in public
stuck my gun in your pretty b_tches trunk and loved it
i’m never turned on like broken light switches
only time my d_ck’s hard is when i’m choking white b_tches
me and p_ssy go together like a b_tch in my door
i go through more powder than a fist through dry wall
i’ll take a virgin angel, pop her sterile raw cherry
(i_i told you, walk away)
kicking wack rappers out the gate like darryl strawberry
i got a full time shine like a light generator
closest thing i’ll get to heaven is a flight simulator
a depressed bag of rocks and a psycho when i talk noise
eating up these maggots like michael in the lost boys
a sour masked swigger that’ll pound a ass quicker
and leave a f_cking crack in the hourglass figure
flow deep as the titanic when it filled and it sank (i_i told you, walk away)
i’ll f_ck your b_tch in that [censored]
dawg fill in the blank

[interlude: dead poet]
uh let’s see ah
p_ssy, ass, mouth, ear
i guess you can skull_f_ck someone
sh_t
[chorus]
e_e_e_e baby
i_i told you, walk away

[verse 3: wildcard]
yo, these f_ggot fellas are jealous how i’m jelling these elements
cellar dweller in the h_llish
fellas realm of intelligence
dealt and developed
envelope ’em and melt ’em to skeletons
h_ll is tripped, the beat’s a river
i’m magellan how i sail on the yo
excel and compelling
dispel the irrelevance
till i’m jailed in a cell and they send it [mail up?] to pelican bay
and i’mma stay here with my hands on a glass bong
before these motherf_ckers put my hand up on masked arms
i smash on rivals and make ’em suffer
some shaking like hookers when they gotta go get bloodwork done (it’s positive)
yo, the way that music has been just makes me sad son
like talking about kids with a woman who can’t have none
a dragon who grabs guns and snipes quick
you can out_write this you out twice b_tch
like strike six (strike)
and i don’t trip when any mc comes at me cause the only who can maybe beat me is the younger me
[chorus]
e_e_e_e baby
i_i told you, walk away

[verse 4: dead poet]
yo i ain’t new to this sh_t
i’ve been in numerous uteruses
feuds and booze and music hitting beautiful gluteus’s
repulsive in appearance b_tch
i’m far from a looker
so ugly, i’d have to f_cking date_rape a hooker
if being hungry’s a luxury (it’s hard)
cause hitting me the richest
i pistol whip the british and make ’em die like princess (_car crash noise_)
eyes with night_vision b_tch, i’ll watch your ice glisten
you f_ggots die p_ssed
i cracked the dome, your mine listen
f_ck scientific wisdom, i don’t apologize to victims (nope)
want my advice, listen
sleep a thousand nights in prison
step in my britches dawg, the f_cking plot thickens
kid the clock’s ticking
i’ll bomb your f_cking moms kitchen
invisible assassin
collapse your cataracts and sn_tch your last breath so fast
your adams apple’s still attached
bullets out the woodwork as soon as words blurt
turn your motherf_cking skin blue like premature birth

[interlude: wildcard]
congratulations, it’s a girl
but she’s not breathing
she’s not breathing
please god
please

[chorus]
e_e_e_e baby
i_i told you, walk away

[outro: david from the lost boys (kiefer sutherland)]
how are those maggots?
maggots michael, you’re eating maggots, how do they taste?

- wildcard

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