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Flyweight
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IP:
Son...
I've seen that wordplay before... is ya brain in two spots??
Tox blazin ya drop ... i'm so .iLL. it can't be .contained in two dots. (Think on this 1)
rhymes haunt you ... echo in ya head like base in a box
ya punches?? ya, they're all forced ... like fakin a cough
leave you traced in the chalk ... another case for the cops
splattered ya head on cement n cleaned ya brains wit a mop
im sick of wack ass bitches who keep claimin they nice
But really couldn't think under pressure wit their brain in a vice
got you duct taped n tied ... got razors n knives that takin ya life
you couldnt escape if you were a dragon in a cage made of ice
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