But now I am writing to you not to mix together with anyone who is being called a brother if he is sexually immoral or greedy or an idolater or a slanderer or a drunkard or a swindler—not even to eat with such a fellow.
(1 Corinthians 5:11).
One to Samsung, the south node abode.
To do this for show? Well then you have to dough.
The Black Rob "Whoa!" Mo fits, and the Death Wish.
To do the Jadakiss, to put you to sleep.
And talk is cheap, I was a God all along.
At the sound of the gong, the heretic is then hung.
That was the smokin' gun, to Supreme ur Court.
To sort through ur thoughts, to enslave what you bought.
Now it's slave ship, for you to walk in my shoes.
To rely on my hue, but this ain't Blue's Clue.
And you inherit the Two Face, the base, this ur front.
Too bad that I'm blunt, and ur always bottom's up.
So we top down, the Ronald McDonald.
And to lick these McDeez, to Double Dare the Mcdouble.
So now you look for trouble, but ur treble is long gone.
Everytime you think you lose, I write a new song.
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