Palm Trees and bumblebees
defining ill, do what i can to kill you still, so theres no struggle cause nothings stronger than will, hate stronger than fate, death quicker than life, but still rise above all the strife, flying higher than all of the bumble bees, sting hurts worse than in the back of your knees, preventing catastrophies, stabbing you in the throat with apostophes, because im a profit thats complex, so whats next, getting palm trees stabbed in your neck, what the heck? of what the fuck? i really cant rap becasue i have no luck, but in this position you are stuck, like a fly to paper, you see the caper, burning fake rappers to merely vapors.
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