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Bring it,
Bring your sick,
And the winding of my lining,
With all them cystsâ¦
Iâd rather die by oldage oldage
Or having kidsâ¦
Do forgive,
But I ainât no one death bitchâ¦
Iâd rather die by death bed, best friend,
weapon, laptop, rap rock, stop watch,
back stock, detoxâ¦â¦â¦
I want itâ¦
Of the face
Of the arm
I want itâ¦
Of braveâ¦
Cancer come onâ¦
I want itâ¦
Of the hopeâ¦
Of the songâ¦
I want itâ¦
Of the quote
Cancer come onâ¦
So lets say I get this sick,
Thatâs all the rage and anthem with,
These filthy rich ex-presidents,
Then will they let me in the Franklin Mintâ¦
So I might swim, in all that goldâ¦
Till my immune system folds,
one white blood cell at a time.
And one by one, your health is un-doneâ¦
and I won
when I get it first.