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Bloody ink on my past spelled suicide
Michael Jackson even p***ed could you scrutinize
**** illuminati lies sayin’lucified
Baptised in the gutter ************ you decide
Cause the ride come with doors that be suicide
Or the thighs on my whores they be super-sized
Good and bad happen wars ***** chose a side
Now all hail to the Lord like you do to God
Who am I
Lord Flacko
Painting vivid pictures call me Basquiat or Pic***o
Capo Head Hancho now my followin’s colossal
Ain’t no box of but got the chooper thought of
It’s like you heard God spoke
I’ve seen the ghetto gospel
The like my reefer and the preacher got my eyes low
****s to Mary Jane to make me see from them high notes
The bible or the rifle goodbye folks
Bloody ink on my pen spelled suicide
Kurt Cobain even died could you scrutinize
It’s a fine line between truth and lies
Jesus Christ never lied still was crucified
That’s why I never judge another *****
Life’s a ***** but that ***** in love with other *****s
3-2 a bed sheets no covers *****
Dirty kitchen no supper in the covers *****
Sucker *****s
W***up my *****s
So my new attitude is like **** the *****s
I grew up with *****s
But don’t **** with *****s
I don’t trust them *****s
Ain’t got no love for *****s
Had the gold grills shine like them southern *****s
Kept it trilla now the whole world ******’ with us
Meanwhile you treated all of us like other *****s
Now your world is in my palm take cover *****s