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Ask About Me
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IP:
you couldnt stand a chance like a no legged baby born wit aids//
TRAY SIX is cleanin house but his has nuffin to do wit maids//
look im a priceless guiter and your jsut a busted ukulele//
you couldnt be the shit if you was droped in tiolets daily//
im a crazy motha fuca i'll use your skull to smoke dope//
slice your throat, rip out your intestince then use them to jump rope//
last time we battled i kilt 5-0 it was kinda un fair-ta-win//
im creepingout of the like tanya harting but its like you dont karigan//
look my lyrical tek will leave a gapping hole in ya like the O zone layer//
just pack your bags and go home player///
that was kinda weak...
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