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Sick Of Waging War. Inner Conflict Lyrics. I am not lit hittin on some club hoppin' bar chick, I star to flick name dropping on some super star trick, only for the sake of seein her jump on the jock quick simply get that cock trick spit what your mom drip. Aim for the back of my fist, make it your target, stigmata.

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Mourning Aftermath " (2002). Stop sweatin' me. I'm makin' myself look prettyI'm makin' myself look pretty for youI'm makin' myself look prettier. Let me rub my back against the notches on your bedpostTo scratch these afterthoughts off my flesh and shed ghostsMy head's close to your closet door. I've got the glass to my ear. My nose is in yourBusiness (I smell something fishy here.