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Instead of fighting, Joe say Aiight, Chlooprefix,
A sea of termites hidden in the thick,
He's gone calibrating just me, like I duck, they want a dead King,
Cause Role Playing Gangs is a dire problem,
And only crackers can call them,
All the love, Toni still wouldn’t do,
O’ don’t be surprise, the old institution is brewed.
They cave to the black mama, mainly because of how she slang her voice, They know she have a fit with me, opposite of her choice, The problem with the clue, is that Klux is against her, That entail, is the reason why its clutter, To light Black Mama, is a conquer crackers want, Even to the point, of raising money up..
