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IP:
Yo homie needs to check himself out of tha dark light,
and check himself into my hotel and die tryina stay fo da night,
im in tha dark places waitin to slit ya throught wit a steak knife,
go skitz then commit suicide,
then come back like a ghost from a past death,
im too out of his league like Durst tryina spit wit "meth",
the only dopeness he gonna feel is when he touches tha screen,
and looses his "breath" tryina not to believe,
not even CPR can save this wack mcee,
cause the only green you stackin,
is when you go to you granma's house and start weed wackin.
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