(Too well to have a title)

Truth behold,
I'm a queen.
So fucking royal,
I got Satan warming my seats.
So, you better have money for this boss.
Cuz I'm Jack the Ripper motherfucker.
My blade has frost.
I'm killing Santa Clause
Denim's Ricky.
Got Ross?
Flyer than the motherfucking jet's engine.
Stick up motherfucker.
I'm going fencing.
I signed your pension.
My righteousness plus wretched.
I spit rhymes.
Pennsylvania style.
Mason Dixon line.
I'll clock a nigga out.
Call it face time.
Innocent in the day.
Creeper at night.
You falling in my fate.
So, it's time to say bye.


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