M.A.B. - Icons

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«I mean you gotta admit, its kinda meaningless ««Well, they say they’re celebrating icons. Do you believe in icons? ««-Celebrating icons, boy that is just the absolute lowest aiming…
you know, possibility that we could come up with. its like, icons.
Do you believe in Icons?»
I am more than a icon
Something more like a python
Killin anything I write on
Got me in a mag nylon
Every day a boss fight
Bad bitch she a Blonde dike
All the shit we did on skype
Online like all night
Goin ham on a cam
I’m the boy it’s the man
Keep fuckin for the fans
Keep stackin all the bands
Now I got the upper hand
I don’t think you understand
She not no Virgin
Her ass I worship
This just the surface
She say insert it
Hot like a furnace
YSL Purses
She so deservin
Her drive is burnin
For higher learnin
Thanks for your service
On the clock like tic toc, Kept a bunch of addies in a zip lock,
Fuck all of that shit this hot
She Fuckin on the realest nigga claiming he hip hop
Came from the bottom now we risin to the tip top
More than a icon, more than A legend
D.C. Don, way beyond all you peasants
Only to my goddess I’m comin in second
Is she Gonna make it? man there ain’t no tellin!
Feelin on her moon, I’m on mute now
Speaking with the actions, bringing truth out
How dare you say you love me, and just split out
Who you fuckin? Call him daddy, call me Saint and bow
Takin off my head, I cut deep like Kung Lao
Dragon dick, lay this fire up on her camp grounds
Don’t make a sudden move, and don’t make no sound
I’m a freak going off nature, I can feel you when you howl
A real beast on a full moon, girl just let it out
From Pleiades to the Hades come get it while it’s hot
Sweet and fuckin bitter my Martini on the rocks
Pussy be cumin, I’m here for another plot