Esoteric Blunt Rotation

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Light your motherfuckin' blunt, turn the fuckin' volume up
Mane, this phonk ain't for no sucker
If you know it, bitch, then spit along
What the fuck you claimin'? To the Central I bring the South
Pussy boy, you better run, you'll maybe lose a couple pounds
Y'all ain't bout no evil shit, like, bitch, I sold my fuckin' soul
For a punk ain't got no love, you just a hoe, and, mane, it shows
I could never quit this shit, turn to dust your exhibition
Pile it up, make it a line and then snort the competition, hoe

I got bags filling my pockets, saving for my birthday rocket
My objective, I suffice, and in the meantime, come and suck it
I can save you so don't worry, I just haven't made my mind
Why the fuck are you so blind?
I just have to lock and pop 'em, bitch
Run away from education, lie again just to do nothing
This is Darkness Consecration, and this ain't what you were hoping
I don't want to hear you sobbing when you clock is ticking late
If it's better, take a knife against your neck and feel the blade