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_-Lucky Rabbits Foot-_
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IP:
i come sick i spit ill, n im bout to fulfill, everyone wit a thrill
my werdz leave people so old they chill, and thats how they kill
heres my rhyme scheme, the kid is sixteen, my senses are keen
im 13, n fulfillin his dreams, spit so ill leavin fukaz green
like freddy krueger im in ya nightmares, leavin yas scared
so best be prepared, and ya gon lost cauz like a bunny i win by a hare
do dont get impared, im on top of da polls and your wya down there\/(look at the poll im tip he bottom)
my rhymes chill like ski summits, this battles Ls only thing u take from it
i spit fear, softly yet clear, and then into ya brains i make ya ear, drum it
my lines like paintball guns pump it, got ya in the leg numb it,
no metafors yet so quickly i spit, i use multis fast n then hit
like dickriders of chrit, n and1 wannabes to my Lu you will Skip,
break ya ankles so ya trip, not in the game in the battle heres a forfeit,
im almost done this verse ima bout to leave this nigga bitchin,
my lines are so ill your turn invisible i make em dissacpear like magicians
this is the end of my verse then ill me known, like sex on da phone,
you bout to get stoned, n like terell owne ill break ya colla Bone...
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