Uh...
Story teller, tubby forehead, niggas on crud, boss cutters on the telephone, why I crack them, break a leg, doing the most.
Too much room for error mean the same for the opposite.
Young gods drop and split up like the web of Indra.
I don't mind being the evil that you feed yourself.
No, I'm an angel.
Herein lies the steering line between fire and maple.
Only God move and be.
So look, him was a...
Maybe we can war.
Yeah.
Send the war rules for bending so you echo it.
Let go of it, we fake our belly, purge out all the excess.
Four walls based our age, now something like who cares?
Voodoo ninjas, you all black, all out, all in.
Niggas got a boo-boo-boo-hoo, bruised up for arrogance, it's chewing.
A new low, new loot, a loser, Mr. Point.
Elephant ears eat up more than a monk.
It's in the stump, the stump, my footing is dark.
Blood, I don't move.
Hey.
