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~Cursed With Illness~
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IP:
I'm 2 and 0 wit 2 KO's, so you betta bring all yo weapons//
This nigga wanted me to spit first, cuz he's used to sloppy seconds//
I keep it 10-16 lines, cuz my shit is short -n- sweet//
Your like a legless track runner, you just can't compete//
I open my mind, find tha rhymes, and let him have it//
It looks like he stood behind a screen door and some1 threw shit at it//
His parents offered me money to find him cuz he got kidnapped//
I found this chump in "Textual Territory", gettin "Bitch Slapped"//
This nigga got a set of "Dentures" made just for "Biting"//
But he's still no good, like a cake without tha icing//
Ya "Breath" stays "Hot" so when you "Spit Lyrics" they "Reek"//
He's so dumb he takes a "Ruler" to bed to see how "Long" he sleeps//
U got 40 posts and no record, garbage history//
This battles over, I win, by Flawless Victory.
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