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_-Lucky Rabbits Foot-_
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IP:
thinkin ya winnin n ya bout to get thrown trust,
yo this guys so sick minded hes tryin to bonu's, (bone us)
the only way this kid could ome ill is his mind,
breakin ya spine, yo u shoulda used the stop sign,*
yo I murder this kid at high speed call me comcast,
he dies fast, wit contast, n then he'll finish last, (in the battle)
im come out hard so they used to call me Bricks,
snap you like sticks, call ya toielt like I... GIve 2 shits,
you throw fits, while i throw punches wit fists,
slurs you spit, so they say u name is lisp,
my rhymes so fast they cut you so swift,
that ya blood drips n thats it, cauz im done wit ya ass,
n i aint lettin you go out ill start pourin more gas, (hes on fire)
and as for my closer ill throw a bonus punch,
nickname my punches after combos...**
.... like emcees that i munch...
*-he couldnt hold it so it broke his spine, he shouldnt of started wit me cauz hes gonna get merked
**-combos are a snack... pretzles wit fillings...
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