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E looch that was ok but me im untouchable/
im bout 2 eat u up like a mother fukin lunchable/
just promise me 1 thing, that u wont kill ur self after i click send/
cause wit a name like E looch i no u dont have friends/
lyin from the cealing dead and straped wit a note/
i made u suck my dick then i cut out ur throat/
while u were grovilin in pain i straped u wit a granade/
ur family didnt like u so when u died they had a parade/
ripin E looch is a uncontrollable addiction/
i'll nail u 2 a cross like jesuses crusafiction/
ur lines were predictable they messed wit my health/
i just ripped u so copy,print,and put it on ur shelf/

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