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Bangs like bikini attol
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IP:
jus tryin to elevate bruh, no beef.
one-man-band, understand, ill rip your bland words appart
rappins are a fine art, im turbo charged, your weak like a golf cart
mustnt be that smart, the only chalk in the street your leavin
is girly games, hopskotch, ill make u choke, till you barely breathing
call me heathen, im sin, n im not afraid to kick u in the shins till u bleedin
im sick of siftin through bad rappers, pick em out like the game was a garden.. im weedin.......
fuck it, ill give you a blood clot, im hot, its like were playin russian rullette, n u got the single shot
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