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IP:
he call's him self the new kid//
cuss like one to everyone he's in stelf with his own shit//
he plays with balls more then a faggit//
cuss he weres i sign on his back that has a arow point down saying freee crack with no shit//
now the lyrical shit
spin this homie like a rotating cypher for sook on this dues face is the look i'm booking this due's death as we speak to end it like a apoplexy murda seen with decompose parts of the body like the end of a 50 cent a erv gaty batttle
make him swall his own testis and fracture his iris like a sispes's
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