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masochist, the blood of christ is pure immaculate
I run up on you with the stiletto on some savage shit
the fuck is mid? i'm smokin strong packed in a dutch no passin it
you spreadin lies like viruses and all them claims inaccurate

i'm unwindin by trees in the forest
you know I got plants on me like a florist
anxiety soarin my eyesight distorted, paranormal figures who I be assorted with
razor blades piercin thru vessels when bored and shit
might as well fire buckshot in my temple if I can't achieve lifelong dreams of some foreign shit
wish they aborted it, far from a normal kid, never on normal shit

hate me now throw shade okay don't have a fuckin change of heart
when I depart from older friends wit money earned from makin art
throw my life away for this i'm gamblin I've played the cards that were dealt to me
effects were miniscule, I had to raise the bar

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