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Murderous Love


My flows are nocturnal have you heated like the inferno

Wet and diluted now you're grounded and rooted

Till I'm deep inside true to your illusion

Fit for the rage of stimulation about to be eluded

All the world's a stand still through its peak like a pain pill

Relieve all the cures now you tell me I'm the new thrill

Ride fun as ever mind sharp and clever

Hands witty and I think you might just fit me

So now it's you that I think about

Maybe time to adjust my route

Seeing clear having no more clout

But wondering if there's expectation

Like what about the preparation

Could it cause a propagation?

Or maybe hesitation

Of our fore sworn navigation

To explore the region of vast imagination

But your smile is electric and it's my only objective

So I wanna quantify your body as a blessing

And your mind great perception to let you know girl you'll never be rejected

Like you're staring at the best

A taste of lemon like it's sweeter than the sex

When you get the pelvic flex lemme know if we pass the test..of time

Like we're floating in space with no sense of rhyme

It gets diminutive and we're no longer primitive

Living on a positive painting of infinitive

Like an adjective stuck in the position of a proposition

Sitting on the case like it's capital

Facing life for murder casual

And it's your own family so it's infallible

Like it came from a kid who's innocent mind is malleable

Not guilty so you're a statistic that's incalculable

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