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

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

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

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