Prices chill, with the type of deal, that a fight the bill, on the mic I’m ill

If I strike your shield, it’s good night for real, I might just mike it and write to a mill
I’m all in her mouth like a Vicodin pill, then crawl on the couch like I might just chill

She’s out of sight for real, I’m out of sight with skill, I’ll bite I’ll feel, I’ll send you to the uhh let me chill

By Justis James™

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