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ill shoot dice wit god and play cards wit the devil/
my crew is plymouth rock im a boulder you just a pebble/
your rhymes are garbage you fake like B-RAD/
ill take your mom out to dinner kill da bitch then leave da tab/
so you call yourself wrenegade more sweeter then lemonade/
they call me bombshell hold an ak while throwing hand grenades/
yous a foreinger all beacause you cant rhyme yous a retard/
this bitch probaly coudnt get in rapbattles even if he had a greencard/
ill be number one at killing niggas while having no corncern/
some day you might get good like me untill then watch and learn/
i play wit real guns whoop ass while you give niggas a noogie/ when i get done wit you, you gon need more help then just fortune cookie/

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GOD IS CLOSE TO THE BROKENHEARTED AND SAVE THOSE WHO SPRITS HAVE BEEN CRUSHED