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IP:
well freestylen im geting iller by the minutes im fixen to murda 10,000 in secounds like 9111 if nigga keep reppen this crew or that crew all get a gat realize one in to the head leave youe bed reder then when your last homie got pope
never mind that that was baby shit
now here
with my lyrical apoplexy spits niggas get for sook and it only took minutes
ritens i wright get tighter then when flows i bust the best on the planet the best since canibus was planted on earth i make my 45secounds worth the time of a ryhme my mind gets grandmal epilepses like the buterfly effect exept i go back kill a dude and come back to be happy not only do i ripp bodys but that nappy hair of a bone thung alown you ant a thug u just a man trying to make it throw a day for you its a phase for me its my every day of rap i cant just give up and mo the map
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