Category : Poems

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Hootie hoo, to my Fam that be putting in work, that know how to write that shit to make a motherfucker hurt, come fucking around and get yourself murked, for fucking around on my lyrical turf, I ain't playin with you, like an Optimo you'll get twisted and smoked, tossed up in a rhyme and rewrote, thinking its a joke, write so fast my ink smokes, paper on fire from writing Hell's notes, straight from the devil himself I speak in quotes, call me a liar, and see what transpires, straight from Hell I dwell in Eternal Fire, shits so hard, it can't be chard or faded, and these our my rhymes in which I made it
Venom
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