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my friend Ben,
my friend Ben,
my friend Ben,
family,
family,
till the fuckin end!

ayo
alright now listen
I got shit to say,
don’t you ever come with a threat made to my family,
I am my brothers keeper, chronic window peeper,
bitch,
page my brothers up on beepers,
“we need that Bieber, that POP POP, kinda heater”
knife talk, knife talk,
dawg,
I got rockets to launch you to fuckin Lon-Don,
bar none,
I ain’t the fuckin one!
don’t you press him, don’t you press me,
Born and raised in some semi rural streets,
and while I am docile it ain’t shit to dissolve into the darkness of a Massachusetts breeze,
paint a beautiful murder scene,
and use Sherwin Williams to turn your house into my sister’s bakery,
word to the siren in Missouri,
look,
no name drops,
but,
dudes futures blurry,
he don’t know,
this is Iowa,
Caitlin Clark shit,
half court, head shot,
no Stephen Curry,
talk Byrd Lurry,
stick your face in slurry,
I’m like, buddy, keep talkin’ those threats it’s a squad out in a hurry,
and I don’t gotta worry about police, they the ones that do my dirty,
but fuck the law all the same,
it’s just two sides to the same page,
so,
I’d be careful with whom’s personal war you decide to wage,
some of us been in a cage,
we ain’t afraid,
we got bail,
We got commissary cash for days,
i walk with Gods,
this a spray and Pray,
I’m a kinky fuck,
that Sherwin Williams, 50 shades of Grey,
penis, same knife, go castrate,
this isn’t a song,
it’s a direct mandate,
an order from someone you didn’t know gave them,
a matriarch of the shadows,
nobody knows,
I am the true ghost.

my friend Ben, he family,
don’t you threaten him again.

I got many men,
many, many, many, many men,
they wish death on you…
you’d better take this cue,
our whole state ain’t fuckin witchu,
so stay your rapist ass on that lil east coast beach.
because if this killer whale come round,
a lil fishy down deep,
in the guts of the gnarliest of all the beasts,
I’m in a hospital bed! I protected him from a state east!
posted verified at the door,
both doors,
so he could sleep in peace over your threats whore.
next time you pull this shit,
I’ll send em to war.
like, Unholy War,
hijack a tank from a paid off higher rank,
and,
BANG BANG, I’LL CLANG THOSE LUNCH TRAYS!
SO YOU KNOW WHO ON THEY FUCKIN WAY!
OHHHH!

HAWK MAD TODAY!!!!
HAWK MAD TODAY!!!!
HAWK MAD TODAY!!!!
DON’T TOUCH MY FAM A LAY!!!!

This is 5% of the power I could use to slay,
gimme weed and a pill to calm my mind,
and Sonny, ole Sonny, the entirety of the arsenal will play,
war games.
war crimes.
terroristic kind…
but not to public,
to you, exclusively.
full immunity…

fuck the divide I unite through the clarity within dis ambiguity, and tell the ones who fight the order,

“WALK THE PLANK, THAT’S MUTINY!”

beautifully,
brutally,
ruthlessly,
pen the story to your Eulogy.

do this again,
you meeting Jesus G.