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none.. N/A... not fuckin' applicable..
desertin' the desert of my perverted mind.//
perverce rhymes spread around the globe like the plague in 1505.// sickness ceizes the mc's in this industry an' leaves them speechless.// while I got this game on lock like all their jaws.// lines never flawed, but outlawed for proclaimin' they words from god.// absurd thoughts that ya heard stalk you where you walk.// haunt you 'till you too afraid to watch the road in-front of you.// let your guard down and got caught now you wearin boots made of sono-tube.// filled up with cement and let dry for the night.// don't try to esc-ipe(escape) I intend ta put ya on ice.// pushin' knives, have the blood gatherin' like metal to magnets.// ur tight leather makes you look like a fag- so change-unless.// you was try'n ta come across queer.// I guess you like pry'n apart corn-holes with your milimeter peter.// this was just another presentation of blunt's cult culture theatre.// |
that was a key style.. hahaha... you wish you had these skills
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you show some skill the volcab could be stronger but flow for a key it's striaght keep it up
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ummm, ok.. thanx 4 feedback.. uppin'
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uppin'
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uppin'
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