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all apoplexy your none complex texted infront of the computer
srink your lyricys in to none seeable shit your so wack that nigga's jack off to your soft downy ryhmes
my mind to ill to spit agains so magnificent that the pope cant unsript the clips i spit out the moth
i'm a self rapper a self ripper strat sniper thats maken holes in chest with spontaneous flows that make a hoe look cilly your forsook of a pill of me
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