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(Dab me over) Ayy (ayy) 'Ight, these bitches gotta be kidding me (let's go) Bitch call me broke when she livin' off income My Gucci cost more than your rent, bitch, literally These bitches was fans before they was enemies (duh) This bitch is a big dummy Type of bitch gon' flex all her rent money Stop the capping, we know you don't get money (stop the cap) It was never no beef with this bitch Man, this hoe is delusional and wants some exposure (some exposure) This bitch grown as the fuck as she twice as my age, on my life Man, I don't even know her (on my mama) Insecure, man, that bitch need some closure Big Scorpio, I was born in October One minute, yeah, I be smoking a opp Then I'm smoking Gelato, I must be bipolar Kickin' big shit with my feet on 'em (ayy!) I ain't even gotta touch the bitch, 'cause her baby daddy beat on her No, for real, beat her ass, then he skeet on her Shit, and he might even pee on her It's a opp hoe in my fat 'Wood Bitch so broke that she ran out of tissue and wiped her stank ass with a Backwood But it's time to close the curtains Bitch, you so wack, I'd rather play with murder Fresh as fuck, like my name "Dish Detergent" Watch my every move, man, this bitch steady lurking (why?) Yeah, I'm 'bout to get it in (what?) Bitch, how you gon' diss, lookin sponsored by City Trends? Bitch, you a flop, you don't know what to do I came back on my top, we can go blow for blow Come on, bitch, you know you had to mention $hyfrodatre to try to get some views Stop playin' (stop playin!) I really beat bitches for fun I pulled up on her and she pulled out a gun I don't even got the rest of the energy to- For this lame ass bitch (no cap) I should slap the fuck out your mama You grown as the fuck, flashing 200 dollars (bitch, get outta here!) The fuck Bitch, stop playin' You know I'm the face of the city, bitch, that's why you mad Ah-ha (ah-ha), ah-ha Lil' bitch, ah-ha (ha-ha) the fuck? Bitch, you know my name, hoe, stop playin' with me (yey) Hahahaha! (Yey, yey, yey) this bitch is goofy! And for the record, I wanna stay with my pappy My rap stating real life, stop playing with me But tell 'em how you was a fan first Ha-ha, ayy, the fuck?

The floor you walk on is smooth. There is no ground there. Magic begins with blood. Outside, there are trees, With concrete under their roots. But I have passed the tombs of kings, Regaled them with pacing, checked bins for food and wrappings. I have scoured the seas for miles, cloaked my face with ash. My fingertips opening, accepting my time. The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes For me, I'm your sorrow Calling in your dreams For me, I'm your shadow Howling in the streets Water chimes in the space between rocks, Speakers discharge and laughter is in the air, Glass divides us, Empty bottles Mark the steady sweep of day Tomorrow, I will walk the streets And steel myself for the familiar. Your eyes Will not settle, a hunger. You'd be happier in your grave. When we meet, share stories, you stretch me. I see, I see a semi-circle of teeth. The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes For me, I'm your sorrow Calling in your dreams For me, I'm your shadow Howling in the streets