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Jul 2019
MAIN STEET BANGING,
WESTSIDE BROTHER,
PULL THE TRIGGA WIGGA-
IMMA A BIGGA FIGYA,
MASTER RACE,
ARYAN BROTHERHOOD TILL MY GRAVE,
KING OF NATIONS,
THY GOD SHALL COME IN THY NAME.
WE WIN YOU LOST-
IM BOSS,
IT CAME AT A COST,
NO SOUL NO REMORSE,
BODY THESE PUNKS LIKE A MEAL THATS 12 COURSE!!!


COME AT ME CROOKED,
ILL BRING OUT MY STEALTH BOMBERS!!!
COME AT ME,
ILL CALL ALL MY F-TWENTY TWO RAPTORS,
COME,
I GOT F-THIRTY FIVE FULLY EQUIPPED LIGHTNING....
I STRIKE FIERCE,
THIS MY CHAT,
THIS MY SPOT,
YOU MESS WITH MY LIVELY HOOD!!!
SO NOW I CALL APO AN TAKE YOU OUT...
ZMAN LOCKED UP,
BUT IM STILL OUT HERE MAKIN ENDS....

FAKE FRIENDS-
I DARE YOU TO ****** TRY ME,
ILL SHUT THIS **** DOWN LIKE SEVEN ELEVEN

THIS CHAT JUST DIED,
SINCE IM GONE THIS CHAT WRAP OVER,
NOW THAT IM GONE...
IM OVER HERE BILLIONS DEEP-MAKIN STACKS,
YALL ****** EMO OR FAT,
****** MATTER FACT,
NO I TAKE THAT BACK,
YOU A RAT,
A SNITCH BISH WHO I WANNA DRAG,
DRAG DOWN THE ROAD BY MY TRAILOR HITCH,
ITS A LYNCH,
TREE TIED TONGUE TWISTED STOP YAPPIN...

DEATH, WHAT IS IT?
IM NOT SCARED IVE SEEN IT,
BEEN THERE MANY TIMES-
ON THE VERGE OF A BREAKDOWN,
ASKING GOD? QUESTIONING ALL THE ABOVE?
BUT LISTEN HERE MOMMA JAMAIMA FAR FROM SYRUP....

I HOPE,
I PRAY THIS BITES YOU LATER IN YOUR LIFE,
FRANKLY IVE HAD ENOUGH,
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH,
THE BULLYING STOPS NOW,
YOU HAVE NO CHANCE,
IF YOU BURN MY HOUSE DOWN,
ILL GET BACK UP AN SHAKE YOU OFF,
A WISE RAPPER TOLD ME TO BRUSH MY SHOULDERS, LEARN MUCH????
NO MORE BULLYS NO MORE PAIN
Written by
ZACK GRAM  M
(M)   
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