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I Think Not...

As the saying goes, age before old grace � � � �
Sorrowful, you wanted a taste � � � �
Ahh.. the door was slammed in your face in disgrace � � � �
I make the rules in my castle and who sits by me upon my throne � � � �
Sent you away without the doggie's hard and long bone � � � �
Having you salivate from afar.. after waving to you.. hoe be gone � � � �
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Watch it... when the truth is not on a crooked one's side � � � �
Funny how a pale one always screaming what you wanted, not even fair seeming � � � �
Wake up, you old bitter bitch, you are still dreaming � � � �
I have nothing to prove I am the Queen, and from the King, I holds shots � � � �
Blocked for trying to back that old juice on a Hebrew King sacred cock � � �
Excuse my dialect, but I think not � � � �
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Please ask me to reveal � � � �
You a bad bitch, your lies just don�t fit the bill � � � �
Please dare me to show the masses � � �
Let thy tongue confess your wishes as the truth against lies always clashes � � � � � �
Not the same, not with blocked behind your tired ass name � � � �
You bad� dare me, and try me, it's your shame � � � �
Fooling all these people�s eyes, with your desires of obsession and make believe � � � �
Words don�t mean shit coming out a demoness twisted mouth for ignorance of the minds you try to perceive � � � �
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I�m waiting � � � �