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Originally Posted by Verbal Phenom
Trent:
Forget multies this kid can't even master a simple flow
You hold no punches so i'll take him out in a single blow
My dimensions concieve ill punches, while his got downs
There is only one blood"sucker", so ya flow never "Counts"
I'm producin flavour, leavin victims dead cold like ice cream
Kids perverted, so winnin for you is just a "wild" dream
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don't be mad cus to u my flow is complicated
envy and jealousy dont get to me your another one to hate it
real niggas know this so you can blow this dick
i'm gifted in whatever chosen art i gotta frozen heart plus da flow is sick
you see you is a pussy dat conceive ill maggets
suckin' off dogs hog-spittin' cum...what that make you....a ill fagget
so what i wanna know....how is you producin' flavor off death
when i shoot you you'll be tastin' bullets bustin' off teks