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IP:
Gangsta youth with baggy jeans prolly got sum weapons on him and a bag o' greens doin shit his way by any means whether it's pitchin or learnin or burning notebooks with pens and pencils prolly mad as hell wanting to choke the hell outta sum shook bitch got his hands in his pocket ready to pull sumthing on the fag that shot his man and maybe sum cornrolls under that cap or prolly plottin and scheme on how he could spitten his thunderous rap
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I smiled at the devil  as his sweat pounded the ground and left burnt black marks on the path as he walked towards me with crimson-like skin and universal black horns and as he reached for my lifeless corpse a black-robed figure that was hard to discern whispered to me "Your days are numbered".
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