The Shy Guy that goes Buh Bye, to lie and ask what's the count?
Then you turn around, like ur frown, may you be at peace.
In other words, talk is cheap when addressing a wolf in lamb's clothing.
Thas when you show ur hand, you regret not foldin
Witchcraft (320)
The scriptural rites, it is my right.
The Image was made, but not in the image of Christ.
The image is Hor, but not the Babylonian Whore.
With Ptah's foundation, this is the core.
And to deciper the bullshit, and the same psychotic lie.
Is it
The deranged and to be insane, the logic of the Pinky and the Brain.
To massage the membrane, to inherit the fortune and fame.
But fame comes with a price, it's important to be the new you.
Thas why ur twinflame equates to the number numeral two.
In love
To inherit the raw, to forsee, to fall.
The Fallen Igigi from Te to Tak.
To lack there of, up above on Cloud 9.
This the beginning of this distant rhyme.
Havin to bottom up, with luck, I'm at peace.
Her Sol at Reese's Pieces, to start a new.
With a few go
"And he had power to give life unto the image of the beast, that the image of the beast should both speak, and cause that as many as would not worship the image of the beast should be killed,"
(Revelation 13:15).
The unequivocal proof that your
Havin' to (Bag)hdad with riches from rags.
Hold up a minute while we fix this lag.
And of course, if ur not 1st ur always last.
So now we understand that this is a tall task.
To inherit the grass, but not the Mary Jane.
And indulge in fame, t
Went from local to state, now we nation wide.
The World is mine, and sponsored by Show Time.
This the House of Lies, to live in a haunted crib.
And it was Eve, not Lilith's rib.
Now it's the que, and we patiently waiting.
And with ur Tyre Drops, it's fina
The untitled unknown, to own, to shine.
The rhyme that's mine, "Baby hit me one more time!"
To see thru the eyes, to be born of bread?
My staple is corn, but my body is dead.
With pure thoughts within my only struggle.
Havin to cuddle? You're sadly mist
What's ur wish, the Jadakiss?
To Christen while you listen, now listen up.
We at the top with the Papa Doc.
And you forgot to check the time on the clock.
To cash in on the check, and you look upset.
And for it to resonate, you have to sunset.
To win t
To raise the stakes and the bar.
In a far, far land away, this is the Eastern Peak.
And is this flow Creep or Blueberry Crip?
I lie when lit, is this 9 Trey at the hip?
To answer the Q, but too cute for school.
This the Rule of Two with the AI Shoe.
And n
The ripple effect with lies in check.
The check that's signed, to align the lines.
To tip tow on a line, the 7-11 shine.
And it was the Bearded Lord that turned water into wine.
And for you to whine, and drown your sorrows.
To borrow your sol? Today is
To do the I do to avoid the Blue's Clue.
Her reflection is me, and this is her.
As in you, as in me, the surname of a Levitcal Priest.
To increase the peace, the Gemini Man, and she's my OnlyFans.
This the Cushite Clan, to be born from the sands, and we
On the low, low, back up flow, this the Show.
Got to go, go, yo, to walk, you's a dog.
To call when called, to fall, you's a clown.
And this ain't lost and found, and now it's my town.
Now time to bring the heat and bless the spiritual serm.
To Total Recell, to prophecy the "fall".
To tele on the snitch, to switch, and now I'm rich!
Hit Em Up, the Tin Cup, to match the 2pac.
Did that bar knock off ur socks?
And she is ablaze, the flame, her wonderland is hot.
And thas when the s
The Drunken Fist as Bruce Lee?
To read in between, my Sun between her and I.
To tie lose ends, and wrap up the Rap Game.
With the lame the walk and the blind can see.
This ain't Christianity, this the Dragon Path.
To clap the rat, the satellite on the
Minerval Degree (8) Owl of Moloch.
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The Welbutrin that seduces the ADHD love.
To inherit the Neptune, for you to tune in.
Rules that we bend in our political affairs.
And is this Carebear? This is Fair Lakes.
On to the next bar, are you confused?
Here'
The Hannah Montana.
Her hue is banana.
The Diddy Kong of an era.
What is fair?
The fair share poll.
The Beast has one goal.
You go all in then fold.
And now I have ur sol.
Now ur sol, I cremated.
The 90s soap opera is outdated.
And the Elohim, the whore, the
Upstate, Skyscrape, my Estate, this is fate.
To administer to the (Sin)ister, the Solitary Punisher, now finish em!
And she fell for It, she in love, a wicked love bug.
The race to 2nd Base, to see me is to see His Face.
The Most High, bottoms up, the
The Sun God that turns into ashes to ashes and dust to dust.
The sacred Prostitution got me hooked.
To school her ass while playin hookie.
And her lips taste like cookie crisp.
One to risk on the 2nd Degree.
With 2nd Degree Burns, and my scars tell a ta
The blocc is hot, to roc da mic.
A high diet of rice, to rely on lies.
The disguise at the helm, then to remove the mask.
To look in her eyes, she then feels safe.
To avoid the disgrace, and to ignore when grace is said.
Thas when my Draconian skin then b
