prepuce from prepuce by king dom cummies

pop a squat in the forever box
don nada, body painted up to fully camouflage it
death basket my only proper squat
pop a 40 pour it where i'm stored if you don't want a haunt
pop a squat in the forever box
don nada, body painted up to fully camouflage it
death basket my only proper squat
pop a 40 pour it where i'm stored

if the cig lit, i need to quit
if it ain't, then i need a fix. spose your
shadow come back home in the night, right as you spark a
light in a dark alcove. shadow got you in its
sights, least your dome outlined by the cherry glow.
specter got them dicks, carter 6, bout to bury bones.
breeze stiff but the trees still like they carry stones.
why'd you desert it in the first place? bet you barely know.

feelin like i'm in a coffin
couldn't see me if the top lift
feelin like i belong in it
best option to haunt shit [which is to say]
pop a squat in the forever box
don nada, body painted up to fully camouflage it
death basket my only proper squat
pop a 40 pour it where i'm stoooo00o0

so many wells of forgetting. so many points of no return, burnt fat and bone at their intersection in a handcraft plumskin satchel bag secured with handcuff. brandish ass jaw ratchet. philistine disturbed by the bare chest smothered in bris blood. foreskin sewn so many in a ring could throw it up to saturn, bet it stick, sublimate into a musky mist. wonder where Sun Ra got it? spin it back and decrypt, lil bitch.

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• Hip-Hop
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