WILLISDAILLEST Spillin Doctrine

I spit this for the dead thugs and young bucks comin up in hoods infested with bedbugs heads bled blood from lead slugs cuz a drughead'll do anything just to get drugs the streets are grimey the beats are rhyming thoughts deep inside me I'm tryin to keep my mind free but tiny creatures keep creeping by me with features disguised sneakin slyly speakin lies to me a frequent variety of techniques are applied for tweaking sobriety secret societies seeking to fry the sheep there's no keeping the privacy someone's peeking the eyes peep I feel em watchin, I'm spillin doctrine revealin content to heal the conscience that's been chock filled with toxins by elite conspirators tryin to defeat the spirit of The Chief up there above who resides in heaven which side is you reppin don't die acceptin 777-111 it's a negative mark, they profess that it's art but their flesh attests to their pledge to the dark I'm suggesting that yall question this hard

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WILLISDAILLEST Spillin Doctrine