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[mcZu]

Wait, now just wait, wait, wait a minute...
I’ve been getting hate for a minute...
In a minute this thin, yet thick woman is gonna meet me
The interest she has in me is that of a vignette of a guide for gunning enemies strictly
No cadet like attack at the cats yet when I’m back to back simultaneously
With the beat, no back pack rap, I just pack my rep endlessly
And sent it back with tact to myself, now that’s tactics advanced and sickly
Tactics at hand; no fifty, but I wreck that instead death I bring afterlife gassed
Fruit and make you eat it willingly, now you’re part of the afterlife cast
After I cast a spell I spell afterlife with your blood as ink, in fact
I use your arms, which are no longer intact, as writing tools to hand you a view of being in debt
Now back to my date to demonstrate how versatile a verse to a tile
Can be when I procrastinate and detonate my napalm palmed bomb that looks like a file
Of the girl I’m dating but I’m faking, I’m just in it for the sex, while
She’s dreaming about marriage, I just slide like a carriage and underline like text style
The issues of fucking with me, Houston we have a problem like Whitney, meanwhile
Out of boredom I tried to fuck around with a sixteen on my Smartphone like a pedophile
To be continued like conspiracy trials...
Wait; just wait, wait a minute...
Oh, wait, I'm over a minute...