Black Poetry : My blend situated and insulated like coats claim the empire

MADDRAPPER

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My blend situated and insulated like coats claim the empire
Flow wise to oblige the rap game this crap flame like fire
Dig this right, my wig on tight when I ignite microphones
And excite domes with vexed hype tones I’m a psycho at home //
My Benjamin’s ran out so no doubt like an Indian scout hunt
For money this junk isn’t funny want **** from a honey can’t front
So boo let me be true I wanna see you? MADD you a man straight
But can we date? Know my coochee pink and hot but I think not
Aw girl it’s a raw world, well can I kiss your lips then? No MADD stop
You’ll mess up my lipstick while the juice drip quick so they padlocked
From that, girl you got some fat stuff I bet when it get wet in the bed //
 

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