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Unamed Rhyme

i'm outta control i thought i had issues my mom's got 8 ****in crazy personallities up in her skull you did'nt ****in raise me did you what **** im real and it's true i was down you just kept kickin me that's all you ever do you're so fake dumb past dull why you kickin me ***** do i look like a ****in football in my face you just kept spittin pay backs a ***** so its written it's time for that ***** to start *****in it's too late she's got you in her vission and she's determined as **** not to fail this mission til you're ****in twitchin ***** if you can't stand the heat then stay the **** outta the kitchen so what if i smoke a bowl i'd put it down but you ****in blind sided my soul so what i didnt say no you're half the reason my son's missin you're unwhole always moanin and pissin you tried to drop me in a hole when i was 5 years old when you took me fishin but that hole made me whole i'm grown on my own i'm on a roll ***** look at me go on my own i pulled myself outta that hole it did'nt come free there was one hell of a toll am i so cold at only 35 years old i do'nt know i've took my blows i can't help it in my rhymes it ****in shows you do'nt run *****but your mouth like one of my hoes in my back you like to stick me is tiis how it unfolds bull*****that's pulled but my own mom's the one the knife holds it's ****ed up real talk's told but i did'nt fold i'm wat too ****in bold that's just the way the joint's rolled *****if you was in my shoes you'd ****in smoke weed to watchin all your dreams gettin stoled put up in your families yard sale **** you all one day my words will be sold nuts n bolts i got screwed that's just the way the story of my life ****in goes.

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