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letra de maranax! - jackaltheblackal

[verse]
play old drooling: foolish – living; its stupid a
student came long from stewardship, stooped a low; pray i’m full for it
foot in a loop – bruising my boots, shoe fit with my newer sh-t
food in a trench – soup and it stenches the temple, ruins sip
brewing lead – raiding some tomb and grown for my pencil; i’m
pepped on a truant tangent, bound to when i bold my pen through
depth in my beanstalk grape vine, foundation grown once it stems through
stepping stones for a jackal laid perfectly for the pedal, foe
level head – “no” to patience – left a loss of friends, paying for lot of
doses, many trembles at cost of pens, walks catch every
glimpse of a f-cking second lent and wasted for a settled n-gga
sick; done coughed on rusted mettle, roughened too heavy not for
little time, limit bevel, better lopsided; lychee
beverage mogu’s bottles bent in, scouting down my tooth, dental
decay fighting speeches hence my typing, times i’m serious when i
write; snipe delirium in my nights, my temple clearing, really
dry; wake to fears of forceful joyfulness – having a
mouthful of f-cking cotton sets
[verse 2]
mouthful of looping cotton sets – lost my senses, hard to speak it’s
too late, lips are always cracked beside a toothache – always
evil in my residence, leon in my credit with a
weapon done embedded, what a pencil i’m still dreaded by
deadbeat larynx i’m still letting in, let it sit, still fed with
nothing, nothing, nothing; i repeat because i meant it

- jackaltheblackal

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