>>127392647 (OP)
I'm white chocolate, clockwork apocalypse,
Inter-dimensional like Prince be sensual,
Interplanetary, sub-galactic tactics,
Got you wearing vests like prophylactics,
Verbal waters rock your sons and daughters,
I'll tell more lies than priests and rabbis,
And all the allies put together in a cipher,
My skin's my cell, no parole on my life...
Doing time on the third stone from the sun,
Lucy got me on the run, kid, hold my gun,
I'm dealing with the pressures, son, life ain't fun,
Doing time on the third stone from the sun...
I'll be getting down and dirty by 2030,
Sipping off my forty, cuttin deep in your shorty...
Blowing up the spot like Oklahoma City,
With mic terrorism and no plagiarism,
bloodshot vision cause I smoke major 'ism
If you got sob stories, kid, don't tell me 'bout em
Cause them Timb boots you wearing, I'ma lift you out em
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