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Dec 2016
I don't give a ****
About the pressure
Life's a joke so I'll probably
End up on the stretcher
Eat bad die fast
No matter my opposition
Enemies seem to find they
Way in my jurisdiction
**** I know I about cancer
But I got a lot of answers
Fools say I'm crazy cuz I move my feet
But not a dancer
Dash like a prancer I'm a spiritual chancellor
Got an invisible force they'll shield ya
My guns stay bustin bustin
Guts all open open hopin
To make it but it's going be a *******
Ducking and dodging
Hell on a daily sit back kick my feet
Up and sip on the Bailey's
Irish creme I'm stuck inside s dream of a dream
Life ain't what it seems
I see people fighting
Over who's wrong and right and
Dumb muthaphukkaz ain't uniting
Take your problem put to the white house
Get about ten thousand gallons
Of diesel and let it douse
Get a flame thrower burn that ***** to ground
This is for my ancestry burial ground.
Along with the Indians blacks and Mexicans this is a tradition
So go on with that raiding
Pipelines can't be built
We setting up fort so **** yo European courts
Never short I stay long hits of the ****
Relaxes my state of mind
But they say I'm gone fool

So What?????????????????
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
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