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u say dead like im never comin back,
but u foget a wicked clown never dies,
but when i do,
im quick to rise,
comeback alive,
make u cry,
quicker than a mom learnin her son died in a firefight,
an if i dun get u den,
show up at ya momma house blingin my knife,
hurry an open the door so i ca give ya neck a slice,
like cuttin pie,
i cut ya down to size,
an i aint no pussy,
ima gaze in your eyes,
watch you die,
let go of life,
get ur wings an go fly,
thats the problem wit me,
i got broken wings,
u bling ur rocks,
i bling chainsaws butcher knifes an murder things,
im not gonna point any blame,
take ur name,
floss my asscrack,
put it to shame,
cause as quick as it came,
it was quick to go,
an everybody else is the same,
noone survives this game,
i know im goin to hell but fukkit,
i make even the devil feel pain,
poke him in the ass wit his pitchfork an shit,
treat him like a lil hoe,
make him my bitch,
bust his eye open so he needs a stitch,
sew him up,
paint his face,
now im takin over hell,
its now a juggalos place



peace n bagz

btw bagz i forgot 2 ask u how long are u on proby....clown love m8

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wak as fuck

i got a few weeks i think. my PO been pissin me off lately though.

hey agourapot, u live in agoura hills???