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New to RB
From: Salt Lake City, Utah |
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IP:
A'ight, lemme get in, part the way, hurry hurry...
Slice Branson into little pieces, bury him in the four corners of Missouri,
The battles judged by MY peers, cuz yours can't even SPELL jury,
Speaking of mirrors and fears, you're trembling from my reflected fury,
Surely, you must be joking, or it's that weak ass schwag you've been smoking,
Swimming takes skill which is why you're just barely floating,
You're looking for props, I see you praying and hoping,
But no props for you here cuz you said nothing worth quoting,
In fact, take some advice, stop rhyming and get away,
Son you could only beat me if we rhymed on Opposite Day...
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...Mister E...
I don't need to talk shit about how I'm sick n' I'm the man/I'll just sit back and let the votes show how dope I am
...Bomb The Suburbs...Better Than Sex...BreathTaking Style...Breaking Through Stereotypes...Body, Thought & Soul...
Hit my battles with an HONEST vote and I'll do the same
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