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tREY pOP VERSE 1:
it's time for that
-slick talkin, big boppin, chirs walken, of this
tirbute to the glib who, keep the glorious pop in what they
offerin up, often pups are barking at a full roar, but~it's
really corny kennel kernels drillin at a full bore, these*
little evil weevils, trying to slice into our bolls, suck the
life out, -so i blaze faster, bust the pipe out~ and~set
phasers to char, and roast the whole damn receptacle.
later's when i'll wonder if my actions were respectable.*
gLORIOUS eSTEBAN VERSE 1:
We staying fed tummy full luxury wine and bread stenciled mental broken tables full of oregonian labels floral fire smoking croquet with queens and the fanfare keep heads Rollin easy out them jordache jeans pierced at the crease sleaze on the vine battle fed prime stay entangled in the grind aphrodity jacuzzi with the closest porters of mine throughout this glorious grime
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glorious, glorious. glorious, we keep it glorious
glorious, glorious. glorious, we keep it glorious
glorious, glorious. glorious, we keep it glorious
glorious, glorious. glorious, we keep it glorious
tREY pOP VERSE 2:
-back to the matter at hand, smite my enemy w/
love, i'm really just light squared, times life energy
drugs, provide remedies to all our ugly tendencies,
self-medicated, predicated on it mending me
this darned bear, keeps the track wrapped in stitches,
classic with the content, take you back, aloysius
spittin shallow pitches -straight over the -plate, that
blast past y'all, slack-jawed, exclaimin "no way!"
gLORIOUS eSTEBAN VERSE 2:
huntin buterflies i Cop a piece of cream pie out A vanilla sky stay diamond hard fuel cole derived gods children follow fatherhood pipe pussys pissed this ledge leads to eternal bliss impartial to novelettes and a gods flow with a slight lisp the papa bear quantum leaped these wacko logical liers with the flick of a righteous wizards wrist mature spit up past jeopardy piecies scalling while your asleep in a serpents belly with blind fish
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tREY pOP VERSE 3:
diggin through the brig for a little sip of bourbon
ticklin my ribs, the heart beating in this person
fickler than shit, i'll martyr treasonous converters who
bartered with their purse gleam, for start a against the first string
-i hold malice against those bold yet untalented
foldable and malleable, but far from discernable
tin foil emcees, you've done spoiled Every scene
drop my finger on the button, kill the world to burn em all
gLORIOUS eSTEBAN VERSE 3:
Soul sewn seam through the crown of a fortunate king depict the dialect from the lines Writen in between steam roll inception it's just a wet dream thoroughbred saddle king kissin diamonds set in pinky rings around the rosery count your confessions strength through miagi lessons just pray you dont choke being forcefed these glorious perfections
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