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New to RB
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IP:
u don't wanna battle get ya weight up fagit//
or u could b layin down n a fukin casket//
u think u nice but i'ma proove u wrong//
u can't spit u can only flow ta nursery songz//
wut makes u betta den me i'm more den da truth//
u'd think i work magic abra-kadabra-POOF!!//(gonne bitch!)
i'm a real murderer u aint no fukin killa//
itz like we aint got handz can't nobody feel ya//(lol)
get used ta da skillz cuz dey gonne keep com'n//
get used ta da gunz cuz dey gonne keep dump'n//
while u walk'n ya bitch fam i'm walkin da Tec//
put it ta ya mouph and blow ya taste budz ta ya neck//
i guess u can say da boy generalz rude,i stay on da newz,cuz i got niggas ta bruis//
da path u choos'd is me poppin u out ya shoes//
u know who ta blame when ya wife is dead//
if u find ha wit da clip stuck n ha head//
yea i'm str8 gutta,take da chrome pop at ya motha,call ya sis a bitch so she can go get ha brotha,so he can die slow like i did da fukin othas//
don't come at me wrong cuz i'm not da type//
u aint shit and u neva murder'd a mic,"Murderous Mic", so don't get hyp'd,cuz i'm da hood grim reaper i'll let da steele reach ya and extourt ya life//
drop son.......
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<center> General Hood
"Get Down Or Get Fuck'd Up EASY!"
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