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Holier than thou
Karen		Better stop right now

Karen likes to call 911
She feels threatened by everyone
	I film her while she has a melt down
Karen doesn't

people preach and share it
Wear it
Never tear it
Never be deceased, with memories cherished You will never perish
Used to cheat to get the merit now I see

affect your breathing,
You'll wear this cloth, like it or not to avoid the Grim from reaping.
I wish I could change reality like I was Wanda Maximoff,
Cuz

prayers
My penmenship is like a AK with extended clips
Production is like explosives that’s constructed by The Premonist
I see the vultures that would hover

will not...

Wake up
Ya gunna have to let me play or kill me
I pulled up
And now I’m here to stay u feel me
I ain’t tryna hurt nobody I just wanna sing

corporations we will hit yo shit up
How I’m supposed to give a fuck about my people looting?
When we got cops that get away with killing blacks by shooting
So

I’m sorry George Floyd got killed, I kneel
But I don’t feel white guilt, that’s real
Had guns in my face a bunch, by cops
Had my face slammed off my

Willow from weeping
I was told if she wear your hat she finds you suitable
Who's on tour? Us. You'll find that I'll never suit the bull
A suit is kool

"what's
The purpose of this task?"
Someone smiled at her child
And she said "this is a trial
It's a test and the best will
Be judged by all the rest
Now my

I don't need cheat codes
Already in beast mode nope
There's no time for these hoes
I don't wear capes I ain't your hero and
I don't fuck with Trix

at diner counters

It makes me feel a little homesick
I don't want to be a grownup
Scared that they will not grow up
The flowerpot turns over

Karen was

you're doomed *breath* no one will be spared
By my pen I named Charlotte, cuz she woos with flair
Sends you back to square one when you're done, it's

A lamp
A willow tree
Two lovers in peril
A key to a lock that is also somewhere abouts
A bobbing, brown box of tea
Bits of old songs; a cat, one

I don't think id hurt 'em
Only in the record sales not a bullet in they sternum
I don't shoot guns wear chains none of the above
Just a white boy from