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Scurvy D:
Scurvy D here doing a little solo joint.
You know how it goes.
Sit down, shut the fuck up, feel my flow
Creep around my spot, just chilling tonight,
don't want flashbacks of that fright.
Find a new hookup need to buy a ton,
Oh shit! What?! Y'all stunned.
I'm the prophet of the New Era,
Start shit with me, kid, I dare you.
Consequences you ain't prepared to handle
Treat you like the president, another scandal
Bush says he needs another eighty billion bills
Beat the beast, rack up the kills.
Not a thing to you, it ain't your kid dying.
Nameless faces, lots of mothers crying.
Understatement this world is screws
Drink beer, get drunk, about all we can do.
Eventually things are going to change
for the better if we're lucky, but ain't it all the same?
I can tell you this, on the mic I spit.
If you got some drama, get over it.
Get your swerve on, have a bit of fun
Before you know it, your life will be done.
The next time y'all hear me, it's going to be Forty PF time.
Ant, Wyatt, Scurvy D? Fuck off.
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