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Michael A. Johnson
Michael A. Johnson
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Fuckin' bitch-ass crabs Don't forget, I am artistic, but I will beat your ass Cause you're a bitch and you don't even know what art is I hate everything you were made from You weren't made from cum, you were made from scum I was made from beautiful scum Interacted with cum, created a majestic fat ill motherfucker Yo, I don't know which direction to go Sex is obsessive, so much stress In testicles or lack their of Addicted to digital Sacks of drugs with infinite miracles Pack it up, we headin' to Syracuse You need to act tough, rehab won't take care of you But it's better than jail What's the difference between heaven and hell if you stuck in a cell But I forgot, heaven means freedom But that's not what these fuckin' priests be teachin' Every action surrounded by guilt Lackin' satisfaction till I found me some pills Bust a quick rap Fuck the chit-chat Where your slut Yeah, my nuts where her chins at But I'm more concerned where her kids at Every next generation has much impact I had to go out of town, I copped a 10-pack Cause I'm tryin' to move more weight than a gym rat Takin' bumps of dope from a pin cap Cum in her throat, she choke, but don't spit back Welcome, America the Ratchet Where if we got a cure, we ain't sharin' the magic Die of AIDS, die of cancer Don't try and change, won't provide the answer Oh yeah, we mad at Freemasons Get rid of them, then the same people replace them Adidas and Nike replace Jesus and wifey Fuck spittin' heat, please just ice me And I have never once wore a chain Won't front, won't change Not a punk in the game You run for the pain, I have fun in the flames Come to my dungeon, please come entertain Please stay Please stay Please stay Please stay
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