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Went the papermate to the spray paint and all the way back to the

Run through the fate, me
Went from the to the spray paint and brought it all the way back
To the
for buying the tape

Excuse me my - excuse me, my
Is that pen?
Is it cool if I use it to duel with my
Is it for me to use it to prosecute these people?
Is it wrong for me to caress it against my
Eh yo, can I use a ball point just to make my small
Are these mechanical joints like hollow points?
Old fashioned number two and I need shit quick and steady
But that's assuming I ain't off the eraser tip already
If I touched or it, believe I'm 'bout to make hell flip
friendly only 'cause that deadly bitch helps me spell shit
Scribble, for the you, the me, the she and the
Aerosol to the wall, write it for all the vision
Yo, he it in jail, she wrote it in braile
I wrote shit, named it, recorded it
Eh yo, I got one for
And if I truly feel I got to show ya
I pull out a sheet of loose leaf and draw it out in crayola
I've grown to keep an utensil in my sock
And I've been known to mark it on the sidewalk with
Most I write with a pen, sometimes I write with a buzz
And if I ever go gold, I must have that shit in blood
And if I ever go gold, I have wrote that shit with blood
And if I ever go gold, I must wrote that shit with blood
And if I ever go gold, I must have wrote that shit blood
Multiples, level four, courtesy of the

Eh yo, all about the penmanship, baby
It's all the penmanship, baby
Eh yo, it's all about the penmanship,
Eh yo, it's all the penmanship, baby