there's the culprit, took a heart and sculpted more than the eye could see over both bricks of filters, broke ish, no chill bruh, call em out, slowly, they talkin bout the old me, the other one that moved as a savage og? ooh they were think it oj, thinkin it ok, to crooked the eye of the known me. tempt me, don't they. tempt you won't he, back to the hole, brackets upon brackets ah gold, slappin is the max, def an attack, blessed be the one's who've been stabbed in the back.