The FPS, the NBA, and the NFL.
The ol’ school “Major League Gaming,” to break open the shell.
To slither, when sols wither, I’m not ur babysitter.
The shame that covers, you never had a chance.
At first glance, your body then turns into stone.
Ashes to ashes, then down to ur bones, they look too brittle.
This ain’t George Kittle, to keep ends tight.
Your money is always dark, please come to the Light.
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