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Middle Weight
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IP:
Knockin' out this net geek, Leave you bruised and swollen...
Your signature shows us where my punches have you goin'!
Batterin' this weak fuck, yea I said it, ur losin...
I would also hate 2 things...if they were what I was always doin!
You fuckin' fake! wannabe, you ain't go no credentials...
He rocks everything New York...but he's from sacramento!
Your the ruler of wack! Since it's the only thing you can bring...
I must be a Timberwolve...cuz I'm destroyin this king!
My verses are iller than yours, can't compare to mines...
My punches leave you slashed...like the end of your rhymes!
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