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Stored bars and schemes in brains cell so don't take it to the ass
when i switch up sendin lames ta hell usin post as pistols and
i aim too well part husltler and genius so i got game to sell and
shcemes to plot plan to use rap to feed me so there cream to cop
like 5/0 at a doughnuts/coffee shop i aint gonna say i'm tossin roc
under the fagg big niggas who claim to be the bosses on the block
i got my own shit and ways don't need nobody esle shit and ways
niggas use to think i spit the ways of gays the way mcs dese days
ended up fucked up right after battling me.
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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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