.[Verse 1]
Looking into the mirror and I don't see shit
It's the cashed white myth from the 517 sticks
Boots say TeenWitch, mud stuck to the grip
Bag zipped, blade tucked, cargos stuffed to the brim
Now anytime you hear a clock tick call me Mr. Blunt Twist
Step up to the.
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