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idk how much more of a fag this herb can be..
not a definition of illness.."blah" explained your shit perfectly.. already a legend, i dont have to try and spark.. cause all we need is a DNA test to prove ive made my Marc.. robotic arms with explosives hiddin in my packet.. this kids stayin on Jocks more then letterman jackets.. put you in the easy bake, turned to 1010 degrees.. ima get a win from roastin sumone whos not even In the league.. |
and what have u done worth a mention muffin?
that's y I don't do precize work, cause it's good for nothing. I ruled Rome. considered great, by far. u talk'n grate shit, but more like repar'n grills on cars. |
yea u ruled rome, but wasn't that alexander the great?
either way, in comparison, both y'all fuckers are gay if u got dickriders... then why is when i speak they silent? so ima beat on MA' like i was charged with domestic violence |
I'm on my calm. I ain't stead'n this^ nut.
so be e-z like ur girl was in the back of my truck. she slurp hard and had my head done. I was touch'n tonsils, esophagus, evn the top of her lungs. and ur signature is apt dunce. cause it's impossible u'll write a dope verse and u've been try'n for months. so sit back and get ur brain working. or my gun'll get sexy on u dude. it'll leave ur frame jerk'n. |
rhyme verse with months? dude u fo real..
cuz u're the wackness that ghostwriters try to conceal u got the game backwards, and it's ur mistake if ima hard drive, than u sucraM till im out of space im too ill and im out of place, u should just vacate the site and if bein wack is wrong, then u don't wanna be right |
u're doomed to fail. I'm from the times wen we flayed man.
so I battle with both blades spin'n 'holmes' lik double sided fans. I'll detract ur sphincter. loss of blood'll hav u say'n nothing. but ur neck'll say good things about me. yeah I'll hav tht bitch gush'n. |
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