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||mature magic||


really really? you dont want me? ME!
yes yes! that narcissist me!
that all them chikas bark up like a tree!

BITCH! i so sore about our loss,
straight-hardcore-wine make my liver gloss.
but ain't no jigaboo own me ever. i my own boss.

service personified smolder i do perform,
as i have done i will. under Jesus name i will call.
saul, paul, peter, david, noah. hybrid disciple in all.

when my spirits raise so does my voice.
ain't nothing wrong in being banshee crass.
if you control your actions, you know class.

if you know actions well versed you know discipline.
if you hold-ground, observe