- Nov 5, 2012
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Passport poetry, fiery diary
Words of wizardry
Polygamy guarding variety
Max the ministry, mock the mackin
Cure of swackin
You can blame it on the Nautica fashion
Go against this animalistic, twisted
From studying doctor York, to ****** a mistress
Keep yo distance, door stoch your 3rd eye surgically
Jump shot from bird’s eye 33
Masonic degree, green in the frontal leaf
Put green in my bank account constantly
Make magic, disappeared and reappeared graphic
And **** up the beat – something tragic
See the blue still rising in the air
You on dusty roads wrestling with raps
Rick Flare the champ, the chain
Throw a rag on your waves
Cut chemist, basically I’m nice with a blade
Words of wizardry
Polygamy guarding variety
Max the ministry, mock the mackin
Cure of swackin
You can blame it on the Nautica fashion
Go against this animalistic, twisted
From studying doctor York, to ****** a mistress
Keep yo distance, door stoch your 3rd eye surgically
Jump shot from bird’s eye 33
Masonic degree, green in the frontal leaf
Put green in my bank account constantly
Make magic, disappeared and reappeared graphic
And **** up the beat – something tragic
See the blue still rising in the air
You on dusty roads wrestling with raps
Rick Flare the champ, the chain
Throw a rag on your waves
Cut chemist, basically I’m nice with a blade



