Twin Nem (Remix)

I am DROWNING in a SEA of hate
See you later clowns, Ima leave you SPRAYED like FEBREEZE
BLOW this DESERT eagle
Like a SNEEZE repeatedly
Until you can't breath
(yeah till' you can't breath yeah)

Magician G, you better than this
Seems like a FELON is telling this
With all this GUN talk and irrelevance
But I ain't face a CHARGE like MELVIN is
In LOS ANGELES, SUBSTANTial elements include
Sex, money, and DRUG abuse
No wonder Mufuckes (MF) Doomed
Like X, Von, and even Juice

Yet you choose to live this life of SINS
But the life you live effects your SPIRIT with
One DOOR closes, and another one opens
AS ABOVE SO BELOW, hope you weren't UNHINGED

I'm here TWINNEN NEM but we NOT ALIKE
Compare me to EMINEM and 5'9
When CONJOINED on the mic
THEFT in the night
Cuz even with NOTHING LEFT I still TELL IT (telit) RIGHT
I said I could SELL YOU LORD (cellular) knows I was right, knows I was right, Lord knows I was right

INTERNET warriors are more eager
To TYPE on their glorious KEYBOARD
Than a HISTORIAN WRITING a report on the glory of the VICTORIAN era. You remain censorious laboriously, but your hate has no authority over me. I remain victorious in this EMPORIUM, I'm POSTERING haters like the
JEDI in the MANDALORIAN. I bet I'm more dictorial on the mic, I keep in more REAL than a professor in an NF SCRIPTORIUM

Story of my life man...hehe...

It's my time to kill 6ix9ine
Yeah you got more BILLS thaN I (Nye)
R.I.P King Von, you still don't have the right
To disrespect the dead on IG live
Childish design
Skin has more INK than every RAP I'LL EVER WRITE
I don't need to DRAW an image to be acknowledged ON SIGHT
Won't let my demeanor CHANGE with my METABOLIC life

Song's a LIL DARK EHH (Lil Darkie)
Lemme shed the LIGHT
Wait nevermind, she said I have no rhythm on the mic. Aren't YOU (Jew) supposed to be giving me advice?
I'd watch your tone cuz I SHOOT PEOPLE I DON'T LIKE

Talk about GENOCIDE
I make the HOLOCAUST look like a MASSACRE (mass occur)
Go talk to your PASTOR
When I CRUSH your SPIRITS like APPLE SAUCE in a cup of plastic, or ASHES from a PASSED ON girl. Need a PACIFIER to assert myself over these YOUNGINGS, I ain't got to reach PAY DIRT to INFORM you of what I'm SELLING, there ain't no TELLING if you'll reVERT back to your OLD SELF after GUNNING you down with this lyrical UZI
I need some DESSERT after EATING over this melodic BEAT (beet)

Thank you for listening!

Magician G!

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