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Don't Trip

I'm drinking bourbon yo
Thinking about  
Suburban flow  
Close the curtain, no  
Just Keep them open so  
  
All light shines in, as we roll in the dark  
It's a fight times 10, Swimming cold as a shark  
   
Your a has been  
Stuck in a trash can  
Who's first is last when  
I swim out with a axe fin  
   
I'm a shark in the water  
End up looking for fresh meat  
   
Well I embark on your daughter,  
to implant a fresh seed  
   
   
You are a shity like a toilet seat  
   
My rhymes explode with heat  
   
I pull your chair, fold your seat  
It's a priority to explore the beat  
   
   
My rhymes are gritty,  
It takes a long time to read  
   
The signs have been s*****  
Some poems are gone, I delete  
   
   
I'm in charge of hell,  
I will make every soul neel  
   
You can't discard my spell  
I make your pretty whore sqeel  
   
There's no need to worry, seeing how it's just you guys  
My seed I bury, not just once but twice  
   
I'm on a whore quest  
In your nest  
   
  Lol
   
 
Written by Madintellect (Mike stew)
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