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_-Lucky Rabbits Foot-_
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IP:
yo Born To Kill ya whack n u try to kall yaself a head hunter//
when it comes to battle people its 4th n 10 n u da punter//
so ya veteran after this battle i leave u in arlinton cemetary//
cauz ull be dead in the 'heat of battle' thats where you get buried//
my punches come hard and then they land and break Borns Jaw//
put u in a hospital so u gotta get it wired up n eat through a straw//
i know that throwin punches about ya age is gettin kinda played//
but ima bout to murk this grandfather of rb im glad he stayed//
n ya so whack that you couldnt be da shit if ya nickname wus fecis//
ima cut ya up before i bury you(win) so that ya forced to rest in pieces//
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