The Watcher
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IP:
I antagonize n maim, i'll leave u wit lyrical slugs crammed inside ya brain
leavin u wit agonizin pain, every time u merely imagine skies wit rain
catergorized as flame, what i spit is too hot for the average person
wit rapid cursin n a thirst for servin verses, i'm a savage lurkin
u cant withstand my merkin, these be the most vexin perplextions
stress expressed like a Wesson--sure shots as i put my text in connection
bestin perfection, way past the specified limit, investin my spirit
destined to be the most impressive, wit the most intensified lyrics
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