~Cursed With Illness~
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IP:
^^^^ The best weapon in my artillery.
Yo i grip tha mic tight and pursue to insert it wit lyrics//
I was born a demon so jesus inverted my spirit//
I use tha mic as my power to inflict you with pain//
No physical i just let my lyrics metally eat at yo brain//
They infest like insects to change ya process of thinking//
And now like 50 Cent, to die , your just patiently waiting.
Next Weapon - Rubber Chicken. LOL.
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