Light Weight
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IP:
'HOUSTON' .. We have a slight fuckin technical hitch...
i was meant to battle an emcee not some man looking bitch
get rich, or at least fuckin try dieing....
your betta off getting slit, at least it will stop you fuckin crying
denying that your a herb with no generic style....
i'm sit here n learn how a bitch acts when in denial...
your setenced to a trial, a manifest of exhaustion...
i throw too many punches at ya chest, for you to take precaution...
diffusion, of a pussie with his lips on fire...
to you im like the rookie, with a flame of desire, to make your exsistence expire
your dyer, better yet a fuckin joke....
you look like a bitch with no make up, tryna act a like a fuckin BLOKE ...
i exhale the smoke into your lungs for internal damge...
if you last longer than 2 lines, i'll give you some credit for you manged...
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 Proclaimed to the name 'IgnoRance'
from illness 'DeliVerence'
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