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Ill Nigga Alert.
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IP:
U a homosexual flowin in no sort of direction…
U stay talkin bout dick think about condoms and start usin protection…
Im known for battlin most of the time i murder all of these spots…
U aint known for nothin u rhymin by the sun and aint hot…
Murder lyrically for rhymin call me jack the ripper…
Four fifth come to your head leave u in a black bag with the zipper…
Im bringin war to ur head when i rhyme its like rage…
Hurt u mentally when i spit explode now u hearin grenades…
This hard battle collide Iam here to wreck you with rhymes...
Right after nine eleven i still perplexed you with crime…
Stop at ensembles cuz your voice sounds like shit on a track...
That's why after 3 weeks there's no audios you done you're a bitch and you're wack…
You Filthy Rich nah... cuz you can't afford studio time…
You say newb cats bite you, but are they truely your rhymes…?
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