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IP:
Dispair:
aight heres the truth,
ayo...
your wack with tools: after orgies...you have to have make up sex.
you havn't figured the fundamentals...you only know half it takes to text.
dont mistake this vet...hes got more bullets than hunting mags.
why subscribe here...when you cant even hit punching bags.
axe n burn this lame... like he was wack tree ash.
i thought moses was holy... now Gods sending dash Vee dash.
the personals on this dude are filling... like he feeds you.
who needs killer rhymes...when i can bite a hebrew's.
cats only correct to say things twice...like feline kitties.
only way your hard on me...is if youd seen my titties.
thought you wanted rap, incorrect...musta mistaked your dreams.
your rhymes are about as visual...as fake nude scenes.
dont come back from retirement...it just creates a risky series.
your rhymes make as much sense...as religious tipsy theories.
had plenty fun cookin...ill be sure to hand you a second batch.
have your adrenalin bookin...well spit the rematch once your records hatch.
erm, bye.
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