i come up in your hide out, with a mic and enforcement///
you try to retaliate, but your surrounded by warships//
me and 1,000 troops, plus my 4 horsemen///
shatter mics into porclen, cover the back of your domes///
we rumble with no fear like Attack of the Clones//
we fracture your bones, less then a minute, you retreat cause its over///
then we cook they deads meat, that we feed to our soliders


next : a ghost pokemon

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GangGreen

"It aint all about economy///So the fact that all these wack MC's is makin G's dont bother me///Honestly, my number one policy is quality"