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Dec 2014
Funny feeling in your stomach like a day on the crunch
Squeeze your middle man in my shotgun bunch
Told you so ***** on my jabber the hunch
Gather them up, throw them under the bus
You spill beans in bean pies and go hard as the crust
It was a question of trust, who you? Nah me, myself, and I
New this day one from between the thighs
Tell lies that’s just a façade disguise
Vet in the game so I’m not that surprised
Mesmerized, on how he get that look in his eye
As if he ready to take over give you the make over
Fake clover bad luck while my game nova
Ice pick chip away at cold shoulders
Dropping knowledge man I need a poster
Yawl mad, ***** you suppose ta
Fill it up with kosher, sit in on a coaster
Kid I run a clean table, he’s able
Nonfiction, not an ordinary fable, allergic to my style
Sign dripping from the nasal
Only focus on you guys though a hole in a bagel
Other than that, Poe in the back, peeping game on you clowns
So I know how to act, find holes in your game then I fill in the gap
They like Artistry not the same but I’m still on the map
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