1st Verse

Dinner Saint Rush color cost palette

My stadium a radiant-Adrien tossed salad

In and out of the citadel of the Shock Achsah

Jews legs spread to the news of Rank Sinatra

Narrowly enter the Broadway for odd play

Evening the breathing em outfit with the God say

Oil-based astigmatism of revelation

Shattering the extra skywheel the devil chasing

Vice presidential over arching authority

Rice evidence to sober starching the glority 

Requiem of a dream made manifest for teams 

To lay abreast a pressed seven Elohim conformity

Resting with the formerly shady salty and bossy

A post scripted scripture list written across me

The Liberty bell pepper spray and Tony Chacheres splash me

With a mama dash of a will a bitch get off me It's on.

You hear the song , you "there" the lyrics, PREACH!

and I BE! "when," you beware the spirits---

KEEP your ears ajar for the whisper of my car crash 

to rear drums when I mash the deer lungs in the crisper 

Fix a lisp, young, I'm not biting my tongue

When my flailing glossololia is keeping her sprung

The way I perk it  the dirt can interpret

Welcome to concert of the King Kong expert on sex work

Strategic head hunt against fraud and trafficking

Head dolo wrap with the mix of The God African

Been away from the six by the tryout for the nix, and the buyout of knacks 

they packaging at the Vatican

Separated Lazarus from bastard apparatuses that crushes the suns in the womb of the morning statuses 

Just a dimple dove letter sent to Am citizens 

Written dearly beloved, toothpicking the venison... HUNT!

They wanna keep score...

...fuck it, give 'em 32 more)

2nd Verse

Toothpicking up where I left off and right on

Midnight visit bereave leaving the light on

Bridge hard to swallow and pill hard to follow

To give the two teeth in the front something bite on 

Explicit contract with the back of the pencil

Where the bird-like words preferred the hurdle, ERASE!

Kept it on track with no lack of a stencil

Slots and gap fillers and pillars girdle the waste NOT WANT NOT in the front of my grey sweats 

The burning and desiring she firing make threats

Kind of appealing when I'm looking at the ceiling

Got this fucking on locklear, and we calling it safe sex, combination measure of Heather B, a pleasure of Heather Hunter, some black weather in she

want tuh

Bless the sure mic with an uppercut and a free-throw line dunk so rare my seed is coming up for air

What? They said I don't get it, how is he a believer?

Well as a prophet, ahk I often don't either 

The way this actually works, I access the perks, and then I'm acting as the C-PR vic and the breather ,YEESH! 

They treat the priest like I'm working for the beast

When I'm just pointing to the folds in the Gold and the red crown

And just like Revelation of The Blessed Head is critical 

I make known the song of the throne for the neck down

Skating this relationship has weathered the storm 

And my cold heat sails as detailed as a snowflake

So you Best believe when I come up in her sleeve, I'm not leaving without a reason and a to-go plate... HUNT!

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