Thefreehoudini

We don't believe in weak spots For every cheap shot you got We hold a mirror to your blind spot Your throat holds artificial words Spewing garbage lines out to the headliners herds A puppet to your own disappointment Your big ego'ed mouth is a fly to

SoleOne for the money two for no money My dreams psychedelic nightmares My team worms and burning bridges See the light like Copernicus They want to burn me, like the suns of Copernicus They got nothing on me Lyrics is Louis Vuitton belts My style is

Confused upon the slapped wrist I ain't on the rap list I must have lost my head like John the Baptist Mildew wolf still cursed in the claims Worst in the game I burst into flames Close fated Don't worry checks is post dated I used to be beautiful Bu

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