Mmm-mirror tell me I'm the realest. Since all these other niggas gg-gimmicks ll-lyrics. Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject.. C-could I be that nigga rejuvinatin l-lovers.
I was thinking of this Plan. Of codes and anagrams divine. The juxtaposition of past and present time. That was mine. I spent blind. In someone else's state of mind.
Blistering whispered forked. Tongue-lashings from Sister Sadism. Mistress Malice makes me. Sip from her chalice of broken glass. . Matron Masochism joined at the hip with.