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Flyweight
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IP:
Dreadedwicksta's alwayz 'bringing heat to words' like arsonists in 'public-librariez'...
While you could browse a butcher shop and still not come out with 'raw imagery'...
But on the real, your career is with the 'net' call your-self the next "Spiderman"...
Stick to battlin' no-bodys against me u couldnt throw-punches if u were a 'drunken-Irishman'...
Like a undisputed postitute I’ll blow ya out the class room cuz your 'flows~no~test'...
You could be a model 'dressed as a warhead' and still you would 'pose~no~threat'...
This kids wack, thrown under bleachers is the only time he "under~stands"...
That like "peter-pan" with "severed~hands" his punches "never~never~land"...
In 2 lines, I'll let you know whose verse is 'a~lot~weaker'...
His lyrics couldn't stop sleepers, if they was played on "Radio~clock~speakers"...
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