Trusting, lusting, combusting is who i be
don't try to take one I'l give you three
and il take four yeah you know the score
i get mine, i bust mine, i work mine
mining for gold with metaphors
my thoughts or my body or me on the floor
after that night on tour with whores
i ain't bored who you think you're
talking to motherfucker i pluck
you like chickiens while you're cluckin away
the pen is mightier than the word
its really absurd, at least my art has a maker
we aint art were parasites like judas, a traitor
i spit flow all the time cause im the verbal masturbator
La Expedición
3 years ago
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