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IP:
From the blazin Barrow of my throat I’ll ‘slay this fool’
Face it dude, ill drag you across the street, until the ‘pavement’s smooth’
Wit spits that’ll leave yo rhymes beveled ,now who can ‘believe yo barz?’
You’ll ‘leave wit scars’ and the world can watch Trojan get poppin ‘between the walls’
I drop so much heat im ‘blastin satan’ so step and imma have dem ‘clappers watin’
Get relapsed when I ‘make shift’ and leave you wit mo pumps then ‘asthma patients’
Who can step to the dude … Im known as god, to make yo life ‘spiritually hectic’
Have rhymes that leave you *Lyrically Infected* when my verbs get you ‘mentally infected’
not really feelin myself right now ...
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