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<<NaMe ReTiReD>>
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IP:
Ya lines waste space n shit, ya Konsept's laced wit distaste, I displace n erase your hits,
Your styles basic, ya only spit ill with grammar when lick’n disease infested novelists clits,
herb your trash, you write words i laugh, you phat? .not even when writing on obese hips,
fuck your scripts, you hot? you wouldnt even spit fire if i was lighting grease on ya lips,
you wanna go toe 2 toe? you betta be pissin cyphillis in butt ta match my sick ass flow,
ya record shows you lack blows,ya most accomplished wins from a chick dat no-showed,
i must adress your a mess,you honestly give new meaning to the word to meaning-less,
im not sure whats more pathetic.!..,your text of ya crew being led by a fuckin princess,
ya drops are neglected, you ILL? .......nah ya shits not even close to being infected,
ya got a false sense of being respected, here ill fix ya verse *DELETE*..!!now its perfected,
ILL's GRAMMA punches like TIX, so my hits'll leave him in knots like little kids shoe laces,
get a grip and take ya trip, cause you don't pack a punch like hawaiin drinks in suit cases,
your gay n strictly ass, youra dick dat wack n you aint in the army to be physical attacked,
its obvious your a fag, dats a skill you grasp, but you shoud really try stayin off that crack,
its fuckin obvious dude , but i know U don't have a clue, the only kastrophy in U're crew is U,
U're pussy, in a crew full of fems, that explains why you have momma in your name 2,
who you mad at, your jus a army brat that try's ta pass bad spits as effective static,
its tragic, cause you could'nt even drib-ill (dribble) lethal spits if your name was magic,
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