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		shit this kid spat in two minutes... i smell wre-write, 
either that..... or he searched archives for a pre-bite, 
like meals on wheels... he comes packaged an served, 
he the type to go backwards on a learning curve, 
another newb with wack name, an the skillz are equal, 
he's like the second film, wacker than the sequal, 
a quick key desroys the verse, which took him days, 
let this be a lesson that cheating never pays, 
this kid ain't ghost wrote, i leave him lookin white, 
shit... i spit darker than you, when u droppin in the night. 
		
	
		
		
		
		
		
	
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