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Still Breathin Easy Explcit

f*** this, f*** me,
f*** you, f*** that!
Your a b*****!
Hey, take that back!
Back to the play yard,
so you can get schooled,
don't be pissed,
cuz your card got pulled,
thought you were slick,
you slipped on the grease,
now you need my help,
getting up off your knees,
you choked on that bone,
you tried to bury,
coming at me with the ghosts,
but they no longer scare me,
standing in the mirror,
reflecting the opposite image,
making you face yourself,
might turn into a game of scrimmage,
while your playing checkers,
know that I'm playing chess,
you simply can't win this,
I'm the best of the rest,
so while your pretending,
to be a wolf or a sheep,
I run both pacts,
so don't try to attack me!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017
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