Yes I believe in God but not really religious,
Refuse to turn dark like goths look in pictures,
I'm always the same, no personality switches,
Your Beyoncé t-shirt wearing has me in stitches,
On the print, she's winking and throwing up two triple 6s,
Their plan is to corrupt the youth to become Baphomet's bitches,
Not buying what you're selling, already know what the pitch is,
I'm ripping off horns and now my fist is ending all of this.
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Author:
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- Published: July 18th, 2025 01:38
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