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Det er fucking Isak Dinesen

Smoke blunts, how 'bout a hunt?
I'll be skinning live lions while your dad's in my cunt
Worthless. Spitting out gazelle semen while Lou Lou's spitting verses
Churches; My economy's based on poisonwood hearses
Bury you, like malnourished niggers
Be your grave digger, grab you a bigger
Cock, Babbete's feast
A yeast infection every day for the past year at least
Pussy stale
Since Orson Welle's came over, in just chain mail
You trail, me. An anecdote of destiny
Jail me. For brevity, rhymes are my weaponry
Made anorexia cool
To reach me you need a step stool
What's wrong? Dyslexic?
My beat's electric
Your's infected, Malaria,
Conversion hysteria
You're not even in my broadcast area

Jeg er ude nigga