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Light Weight
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IP:
this bitch
im cut you ,your ryhmes transverse of ways//
so half your blood flow is flowing like transmitted waves//
makeing rules in the game this dued porverse proable does this cuss he gets played//
so much so he got ripped bye his bitchs and had to rename//
i'm a misfit with shit to rip kids that couldnt defind a ryhm if a dictionary was in front of him i make niggas sin with in there words//
i only commit murders of gods wishes i do what i was put here to do and thats to be more sicker then the know sickness called herpemis //
put the mic on your skin and have that shit cut throw your epidermis-kid//
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