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You talk sht about me assume that you know me.
With lies and sht. Like freaks with no brains
That's what got your a**es in trouble with a COVID 19
In the first place.

Y'all think y'all was the baddest btches on the block
Now y'all have to deal with cardi b.
You all shut the fckup.
Like a pssy.

Y'all kissing cardi b a** as if she care about you.
From what I see.
She's like fcku just give me my money.
I'm just here to make my misses. Fcku.

Y'all treating cardi b as if she's a replacement for someone
But yet y'all to dumb to realize
Cardi b is into her own thing
That not every person is in to.
She's a stripper. And a rapper
I'm not .
Y'all a thief that's trying to rob me and tried to rape.
So really. Freaks.
COVID-19 was specially made for you. 

COVID-19 is never going to end.
The next plague going to come soon.
It won't be like old times
For this won't have no cure too.

To the freaks freaks that's using ouija
To make it seems they can predict the future.
I can sense you a mile away. Like a stinch wet dog.
I'm going to use that ouija on you too.
The way you used it on me. 
For I am from a voodoo country . dumb btch.

 For everything of mine you stole and take from me
I'm going to make it even by taking from you and your country
Just like you did to me . I don't mean it in a good way.
For I am the apocalypse . Until you give me back every thing you took from me.
Air,earth, fire, water, going to do my biding. The earthquake was just the beginning.
Pay back will be a btch.

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