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Ill Nigga Alert.
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IP:
Fuck this sickly ass cur, watch this bitch get served…
I drop ryhmes thats so fast that my text is blurred…
So let's flex and really see if he can dodge my words…
Murder inc. like I was gotti, so Boston don't box me…
Have him waiting for his soul..cause my bullets'll a lobby…
He'll have to Net-Scape cause to AIM's my hobby…
Goodness I throw up verses with a ryhme like sickness…
That'll eat Boston alive with an aids type quickness…
He'll die so bad...God'll have to bear witness…
I hate this, wasting good lines on this anis…
Still I'll leave your heart adjacent, keep your lung rate placent…
Cut your head off! So this situation, He won't face it…
Shit, I shouldv'e crushed you with an 8 barred blazed script…
Cause I read your verse once, then I almost erased it…
Cause like cable with only 8 channels to play with…
Just face this, BostonLyricist your shit's just basic...
Ayo Drop Your Verse Kid.........
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