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IP:
I spit plenty punches to pierce thru your brains ‘with speed’
while dismantle your mantle with blazin rhymes until your neck ‘drips with gasoline’
You bout to witness a ‘real tactics’ … I still got plans to’ killmatic’
Im commin for ya throat with plugs and wires, so lemme know if you’ feel static’
I Spit More Heat To ‘Blast Satin’ … That’ll Leave Yo Eyes Smaller That ‘Fat Asians’
Gangsta ?? Your Only Gun Fights Are With Premium Pumps At ‘Gas Stations’
You’ll Get ‘Wrapped Quick’ When I Make Yo Vision Blurry From My ‘Quick Page’
And You’ll Get Turned Like ‘Back Flips’ When I Reach In Yo Body And Pawn Yo ‘Rib Cage’
Blah,that’s four barz … uppin
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