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You got the iron and the sweeper? If you made/maid man, you ironing and sweeping
You spit gay bars, so in more than one way you’re dying for a beating
You’re feminine, twisting perception instead of striving for achievement
So this is murder for your head of pride, I aint lyin/lion, but I’m eating
Get your lines in, those false statements leave you layin/lyin on a sheet then
You’re getting FRIed like you SAT on the SUN all WEEKEND
I’m seeking with my third eye, limits, I’ve never reached them, never peeking/peaking
Got the scope, my sight for/fore heads, never over, eventually you’ll catch the meaning
You spit gay bars, so in more than one way you’re dying for a beating
You’re feminine, twisting perception instead of striving for achievement
So this is murder for your head of pride, I aint lyin/lion, but I’m eating
Get your lines in, those false statements leave you layin/lyin on a sheet then
You’re getting FRIed like you SAT on the SUN all WEEKEND
I’m seeking with my third eye, limits, I’ve never reached them, never peeking/peaking
Got the scope, my sight for/fore heads, never over, eventually you’ll catch the meaning
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