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Jonathan Whitmer
Jonathan Whitmer
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, hey Yeah, yeah, yeah, yea Talk that shit you better walk that shit If he actin' like he hard he get popped like zits I said talk that shit you better walk that shit Holdin' on for dear life you boutta lose yo' grip, hey Talk that shit bitch walk that shit! HEY! Talk that shit bitch walk that shit! HEY! Talk that shit bitch walk that shit! HEY! Talk that shit bitch walk that shit! HEY! Walk against the grave bitch I don't need no friends I just want revenge no we can't make amends Masochistic killer, chop 'em rip 'em to shreds Wanna step to me you better one-up my dad, I-I Fuck that, swing my fist until his skull crack Fall back, hold my heater let it solve that Devil on my soul, God callin' me to crawl back This ain't neighborly there's repercussions bitch I'm stuck there! Talk that shit you better walk that shit If he actin' like he hard he get popped like zits I said talk that shit you better walk that shit Holdin' on for dear life you bout ta lose yo' grip! HEY! Talk that shit bitch walk that shit! HEY! Talk that shit bitch walk that shit! HEY! Talk that shit bitch walk that shit! HEY! Talk that shit bitch walk that shit! HEY!
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