A Quickie, Rate.

Hello good morning this that good industry shit
that communist hello gon fuck you shit.
i ride semi-colon circles call me mr colonscopy
i have you indured on my dick question your philosophy
diabolical terminology, the gon' bill gate you
blackwater rape you, insinerate you, put your face
in they blood then de-fate you
now i've just been provoked, hand above choked
smoked, nose so red from all the coke,
tone Loc bitin lips from clips like lyrics from the clipse
remix on the double Lloyd banks in the huddle
give hollow tip cuddles like they point blank stubbles
got you in my rear view mirror
holding on your dick cuz your simply just a dreamer
riding more dick faster than a nigga losin gas on a beamer
i'm just that dunkin boy delivering the creamers
lyrics hit so hard you received a collapse of the femur
this that explicit dismiss it so much cash in the bag everything gone fix it.
she likes it, she really does, i'm that handicapped mother fucker
shooting shotguns to the doves
obsessive behavior filled condoms is what i call love
satellite visionaries but i'm already above
Wes ain't even my name so i'll keep you guessin.
jesus is the father and i'm A motherfucking blessin...
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That's the only thing that i felt didn't belong, other than that this shit was ill.

 

I was questioning that too, just did this right now. I don't even think it makes sense. Lol

 

everything else flowed to me, but starting out that one line just threw it off for me, and it don got make sense is long as it's ill.