Mike Godwin - Bon Voyage [Prod. Lord Vulture] (New York Is Dusty As Hell)

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Let me get an eightball playing for the takeoff, keep peace feeble motherfuckers stay soft. I think that we should glue a pen to weak, MCs till they spitting stupendously you know what I mean. I emptied six Chambers into thirty six Chambers, till I stood alone passionless and glorifying danger. Personifying anger loose cannon spark the third war, lost in the canyon it's dark and I incurred more. Off the worse collection of imagination ever, need an exorcist I reckon or congratulations severed. Several parts are left alone dead and buried for the cause, lost in my head many worry for the cost. I enter this plastic world with a kung fu death grip, only choice of nourishment is gun ho Nesquik. Best wish your death wish comes before tomorrow, blazing in the sun left a serpent full of sorrow.