my barkz got bitez

hatin on a bitch just for kicks n shit, above the likes of most so i aint feelin resist, keep bangles on the wrist n a Vaseline'd fist, i dont miss so u'r sure to be missed, a lovers bliss suffocate tight in his twist, thoughts of suicide scribbled aside the hit list, with devilish lips we kissed and my soul goes amiss, they call it murda i call it a death wish, warned im killin the next bitch to step to my ish, let me go n explode on her, im an unlawful bitch wit no owner, a bad bitch given all da dogz bonerz, thrownin it this way n that on the cornerz, cant kill me i was born at the coroners, investigatin a death at birth fuckin survival warriors, call my blessin a curse the fuckin worriers, its only dark in this life, so i sleep alive with a tucked knife, only thing keepin my sight are these dreams of light, tryna do right so i write, the way i grew up u spit on her before u fight, thats how mama b do shit aiight, if i catch u at night and im feelin alright, liquored up in my suit lookin all tight, it'll b ya life, keep ya ass inside, cuz im rulin more than jus my mind, ill set ur shit nine hours behind, havin u scramblin to keep up with mine, i walk that fine line to the exact rhythm keepin time, consequently stoppin me is considered a crime, impossibility for all of mankind, sort a like pressin rewind, play it again jus catch the deeper shit ya aint first find, n trust me when i say my truth is but a rhyme.

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