Heaping shipwrecks in the DNA of a thousand generations
Insulated from hell by ill-gotten Haversham wealth
Hatchling idiot armies: shed your mind-numbing shells
What diminishes the blemishes
On rich luxurious finishes?
What enhancements bring shines
to the truer bluer blood lines?
What can make whole again
Decrepit mansions of of sins?
Authenticity. Stop.
If you think that you can.
B*tch you better know that you ain't nothing but a lucky mother f*cker
It ain't nobody
Got no time
For your Bullll-sh*t.
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