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In the old .com swamp, neon nights glowed low
LIT killah avi shining like Buenos Aires glow
He spammed the trap beats, session after session
Every thread a freestyle, no cap, no question
Kifykify was the heartbeat, the pulse in the wires
Soul of the chaos, lighting up dark desires
Bicycles in spades, yeah he had ’em on lock
But deep down it was futas that made the clock tick
Eggplant nights, he’d drop the sly wink
"Ye Ye autorizo" with that LIT killah grin
Bicycles lined up like scooters at the mall
But the real yarn was futas ruling it all
Homies laughed, clowned, spammed JFL
But when he dipped, the chat felt hollow, small
No more trap drops, no more zesty flex
Just echoes of <3 and that LIT killah text
Kifykify gone, but the vibe still lingers
In every dildx joke and bicycle zinger
Soul of .com, forever the king of the thread
LIT killah heart beating even after he’s dead
Those who know… know.
Rest in peak, kify. <3
R.I.P @kifykify