Under Oath
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IP:
Thats it ive lost all chemical imbalances/
Now only a M-4-A-1 can help me cope wit shit/
Fuck it ill blow your brains out bitch/
Have you sleepin on my couch /
While i cut out your tounge and have your eye balls poped out(haha)/
Face me and its all about how you can kill me next without tech's/
Well i gota eraser that says if my name was on paper it would be impossible to whipe out/
So lets see who will diminish me n finish me off next without a real wepon, aight check it/
Next Wepon=Eraser
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