picture me and cag chillin, beats, illin, rhymes on times like they're wind chimes guaranteed to ring, make the fans cheer, treat the fans fair, strangled fanfare are you hearin this elz ain't don't faint, I know my rhymes are dope but I'm about to flip this brick and break it up and flip flop the funk
Putting you on ignore
Picture me shoveling dirt (using cag's chin) onto your dead bodies
guess my rhymes are so ill they made lisa sick
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Originally Posted by steveyos666
Not your fault
I was like this already, just add a touch of emotional stress and my sanity fucks right off.
No more feelings.
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