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Brand his ass bitch cattle
Drag him down no shallow
Big strap hit back Fucking slumped back rattled
Bust that shit till his lungs catch shrapnel
All you fucks cap big but we cut that camo
Boy I'm boutta make his bloody guts ache fast
No stomach in your crew wanna come break bread
Cyborg in this bitch gotta come pay when
But your funds late now all you fucks ate last
Show me the causes, And show me your purpose
Tip toe bitch Got that big pole bitch
Leave your self esteem where the fucking sinkhole is
Out of my circuits
Red rum, red rum
Platinum in the grip tho, brown fro
Little did he know so, analytical
Little did he know he got the city full of grounded
Everytime he takes a breath his body get's so sounded
Now i've got issues, my brain start's resetting
Im sacrificed tissue, im nothing but branding
My eyes they roll back, as the brew enter gullet
I cut off to shorten, im just like a mullet
RED RUM, RED RUM
PEIRCE MY POLISHED SKIN
MAKE ME JUST REGRET
BOW TO ME, REPENT