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IP:
damn it, i had a structure problem, lemme fix that.
Clappin' The Shottie, Hot Spits Come Quick |Drop Dip-Shits|Like |Bathroom Lobbies|
No Way To Stop My Swift Clips Coz Am |Like A Ghost|The Way My Punches|Spill In Ya Body|(spillin')
Breakin Ya Arms, And Your Left Behind When Wreck'll Confront|come front| In This War..
n|like an eagle| leave ya lips|Soar|{sour} coz am |like a doctor| the way i'll |drop blood on the floor|
Got Ill Rhyme Schemes.The Divine Prince'll Leave You To |Change In Color| Like Bad |X.P. Themes|
Ye True Nightmare Da Reason Why You Dye In Dreams, So I'll Put |Y.B. Down (why be down?)| Like |Confused Teens|.
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