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Dystopian Wonderland


Time to blow your mind because when the beat drop you feel it down your spine then you listen to my words and get to peek inside my mind its a dangerous place with crimes and mines but love so much you say trapped inside.

Ok, but you have no choice niggas desensitized to the violence and got no voice so your life becomes my little wonderland to play and exploit, but that a bad place it a bad place to be when my persona of the mad hatter emerge for see tea time consist of the blood of enemies and then I take my head and throw it to the canvas just to display that I’m an artist.

Haha, it’s a bloody battle and it’s too late because man I been flew off the handle and now when you look all you see is a human mammal but since I lost a few screws there ain’t nothing but a beast that devours you and all around I got sea of sounds with niggas ready to go drown until part the bitch with words from my dope mind this world is so mine showing all you niggas how to control the with insane style

Welcome to my dystopian wonderland its game time

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