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New to RB
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Keystyle! Yeuh!
IP:
Feedback is appreciated yall..
I’ve got red-hot chilly peppers, putting FIYUH between buns
Your tongue is roasted, before you even take a bite of one
Lyrically cold, it’s freezing below zero degrees
I’d thaw you out way before you started to freeze
My punch lines are hard hittin
Got the heatstroke, still you sweatin
I didn’t even touch you
Your nose begins bleedin
Tryin to fry me under the sun
As wrecked ships in the sky fly by
No pigeon could swallow me
I’m the worm that eats sodium chloride
Stabbin me is only putting lungs in a bind
For my mind and internals are full of carbon monoxide
I’m so coo wit it, no other emcee fire able to melt my ice
I stay rippin paper! With yours and 3 other different styles
Lyrical miles in a file line works faster than Tums
These words speak loud! That they popeye eardrums
I fried the competition, when it’s time for war I’m so fuckin sick wit it
Mofuccaz get sent to a hospital and I was rushed! To the nearest clinic
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