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Nazelix better stop that fuckin’ faggot shit
That’s a avalanche, have some pants at the lavish pitch
Last minute, he close the damn store down
Just ‘cause of the man whore down the damn hall of boredom
How you gon’ be a fan of them when you don’t think they important?
I order it then snort the core shit down the mortem
Lure ‘em to the lava through Starbucks and poverty helpin’
Cyberz morphin’ Kelvin, Celsius, and GHOST velvet
Light it, felt it, it felt like a burnin’ sensation
Earnin’ spent payments from affirmative slaves and shit
Lamest bitch from right across the street!
Formin’ the most borin’ story you’d listen to like a sitcom
Type of shit that’d make you smack a hyperborean
Turn on Nickelodeon and watch up the Inglorius
Washed up feet informative vid' with Dan Schneider’s weird ass
Span across the 49ers losses on how long he cause this shit to be prolific
Bitch, that’s a snitch crashin’
Laughin’, Grafted Surrons packed in with the faggot’s stacked straps
They spiked, baby
Life made me the maybe craziest man alive (uh, yeah, uh yeah)
Like Kanye, thank Beyoncé with her ugly ass
Fuck, be cast 'pon the sad glass door and shatter
There’s blood all over the place
Open a case for lower the face
So, when it’s placed across plaza
You jump off the stardom cliff
And die...

That’s what you should fuckin’ do, Nazelix
Lil' bitch ass muthafukka
Lyin’ ass, backstabbin’ muthafukka
Sayin’ he would never work with SPIKED BABY ever again?
Muthafukka, I’m gon’... bitchslap yo’ ass back to BitchLand, Canada if you don’t shut the fuck up...
Damn...
Think that was the 7th take
ZXXO Entertainment, BITCH!
(WOW!)