Your own blood taste it
We stomp you till you tasteless
My t-shirt ain't tailored
He’ll make you taste your own blood. He will stomp you until you look beaten (tasteless) and until your clothes and gear are ruined (tasteless). He keeps it raw. He doesn’t wear tailored suits and Louis. He rocks a T.
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