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Mar 2015
Who are you to wave your finger so full of it
High voltage in low water, what a hypocrite

Who are you to tell i'm a lier
Suffering on your inside and blaming me

You must have been outta your head
Eye hole deep in muddy waters
You practically raised the dead

Rob the grave to snow the cradle
Then burn the evidence down

Living in a glass house collecting stones
So don't go tossing your stones around

Foot in your mouth and your head up your ***
So what are you talking about

Difficult to dance around this one
Until you pull it out

Liar, lawyer, mirror, show me what's the difference
Steal, borrow, refer,  to save your shady inference
Kangaroo done hung the juror with the innocent

Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo
Got lemon juice up in your eye
When you ****** all over my black kettle

She must have been high
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DC raw love
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DC raw love  Alexandria
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