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cho, I never fucked pho, i never fucked Zess
i tell you it's just freaking pest hate
if i did i would menage with em and let em dip my body in a chocolate dressing plate
my crew cold, and its like we ice skate
i dont duck nobody but fakes
yeah that was set up for a punchline on Lycaon's fakes
worried about if my mind straight
worry about yourself always being late
i got a small crew that's strong and never miss a play date
when i type post it might be in poor grammatical rate
but you cant touch my metaphoric rate
my crush chatting me back up is my ideal conversation
cut one, opps i just cut two,
killed you, let me leave before i smell poo
losers like to hide but i can tell who's going boo hoo
had to so peps how to hop like this
Lycaon is where the chops is
they couldn't even tell time even if they were looking were the watch is
class bitches i rock with
glass bitch i dont rock with
i dont fuck with shooters unless they got rockets
blow your mind up with a different kind of reasoning
now they flying away Pan Peterson
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