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IP:
In...Here is my verse:
I'm defined as the lyrical mind, bringin mirical lines/
While you what? Waiting for luck to give ya a boost up?/
Your flow is tight, like the dress you're wearin'/
When ya speak on the mic, It can't stand the words he's hearin'/
I don't care If ya words are filthy, Ima still Kill thee/
My words make ya feel guilty[That he sucks]Admit it, I'm ill,G/
Bitch you prolly will attack with useless tactics in ya crap-spit/
I ain't in the Matrix still i'll do a back-flip till I dodge ya whack, attack-shit/
Bitch I was ready to kill ya when you were born in ya momma womb/
As soon as you slipped out her pussy I greeted ya with doom/
Apart from burying her cord I buried you too in the tomb/
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