here it comes ok



watsthe point a carryin a nife if u can even fight, thinkin someone ill jump u or threaten ur life, an if they do ull be ready, ur nife in ur hand an ur anga steady, but deep in side ur soul, u wanna crawl into a whole, roll up in to a ball like a pitifil mole, sweat drippin into a volumis puddle a body soil, ur like an actor pretendin to be royal, the enemy is milk an u hope they spoil, around here ur nife is ur only friend, it cant dis u an ruin ur trend, while othas try an condesend, well i may rap bad an i may rap good, but unlike others im not from the hood, but wats that mean, that just because im clean, that i cant be seen, by the bright lights, that shine like ultra brite,just because i don get in bloddy fist fights, evry god forsaken nite,

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