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hhhhmmmmmm i say 8 lines should kill you



fuckin with dane? u catchin a quick "L'..my verse lets off steam like da humudity down in hell..i catch you on da block and i'mma flood ur fenders with gun-shells..leaving ur body red-HOT! like a cooked lobster tail/
i wuz gonna spit 1st so i can smoke a L and wait on ur chump-shyt..its ashame u gettin ur azz beat quicker den a horny munk dick..so just face da facts and get-over it/
you mad cuz u cant get down with a crew or u keep gettin trade..you beatin me? ur head must be pulled tight, nicca take out dem braids/
steppin to me, u betta have sum ill-ness installed.. u standin next to me while ur celly ringin is da only way dis will be a close call/
the feelin of beatin me,so far only sK!llz will know.. u couldnt gas me even if ur verse wuz presented by amaco/
i'll come round ur set and will destroy ur enviroment.. go ahead and grab ur nine,i do mike-style and brang da 45 back outta retirement/
i;m throwin punches, why u scratchin trynna get dane frame scar'd..my punches will leave'ya lik typing in a pass-word, all u see is stars/
and i'm droppin nothin but dat hot shyt,dunn.. leavin mo shock-wave impacts den a nuclear bomb colliding with da air-force-one/
and if dis wack nicca win, i wanna re-match it..like OJ gettin married again, i want another stab at-it/LOL

*layz head on pillow and wonders off into dream-land

uppin