WELCHES

Careful playing when the little monkeys jumping on the bed
Ain't no doubt to garner clout that one gone drop and bop it's head
Hard to breath the oxygen my lungs in need of reticence
Odb the human temple I don't need no medicine
Mix and matching tech to wreck the enemies that fall in my way
Rukus way we let bodies decay
It's all the same to me with or without the verses shining on me
Yo bae feeds me welches
The tangy ones
That taste like pussy
From the mangy one
Who's vanity has struck disgust within me
I won't take no
Face no
Save no
Blame no
Change no
Biddy that ain't ready to accept my energy

I travel down the paths of despair
Ain't nothing young snow bunnies ever do we never there
If we taking what we making then my cuts down inna lair
It's a nasty ever after when I run up on a snare
I can't be the only one that's burdened with a vision life is taken out my only lung
The minions always creeping steady praying for the morning sun
This happy ever after shit is dead I'm with the horror son



Credits
Writer(s): Lorenzo Morris
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