Check out this white dog ‘Vanilla’
He hold it down for the scrilla
He got no ground to be realler
Makin rounds for The Tiller
DOWN VANILLA
I got no pound for you killa
I show my fangs when you stand up
You’re like a waste of my venom
Viva la Rebellion
Check out this white dog ‘Vanilla’
He hold it down for the scrilla
He got no ground to be realler
Makin rounds for The Tiller
DOWN VANILLA
I got no pound for you killa
I show my fangs when you stand up
You’re like a waste of my venom
Looming, cataclysmic, ill-fated prophesies taunt my daily reprieve A nightawk passing time Skulking Hovering Haunting Waiting A constant reminder of the things I wish I could forget
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