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IP:
In ya grill onli candy-appears..maken u leave da game, u cant handle-ya-fears...
Slick bars like scandle-beers im fucken ur shyt up..next is the vandalist-cheers...
Some1 told u wrong Em's-not-my-idle, onli thing u taken is ya Lost-Personals-Title...
Throw mo lines den-my-rhyme-bible hittin dis fag like boxen-in-David's-Bridal...
First..ur-not-funny...second off ya punches soft come correct its-bunny-dummy...
Im flyen by u like Wizord Of Oz Monkeys hit u wit mo bars den travlen-drunkies...
Does them lines..Look-At-My-Sig..like old people i burn ur skole so snatch-da-wig...
Personals u tryed-to-dig..but got em wrong so i shoot em up like-sniper-pigs...
JPoll not-testen-dis or upsetten-dis..I quench ya thirst like-sierra-mist...
Im-tearen-dis..nex time wen u tryn hit personal get it right or prepare-a-list...
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