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I just don't give a fuck!
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IP:
u can't tempt fate ur nine lives are up... and chances are few*
i was ready for some kind of a struggle but countree..i stroll through
he resides in forests.. so he makes it a natural thing to shit on him
Reppin C.S is what you do best...resorting to stealin and cheatin to win
laying his pavement with brick and stone is the only way he gon step
i'll cut him down n polish him off...to make a bed..where many have slept
like unfortunate kids with a loss off school supplies hes not upto the task
fuck explaining his punches... counTREE needs to draw an anitated map*
Jay, vet who???changin ya name was a wise option, u wern't destined RAW
TREE's wither and frey in winter... nature will take its course and he will "fall"
this wack herb is one to "crosswords" ... so he is doomed lost for words
all TREE is, is a statistic.. a percentage...so imma cut him down to a third
enygma knows M.A.B's takin over...settin this battle he was forced to shift*
M.A.B and RV knows the show is over... c'mon even Jay was callin it Quits
i hate explaining but here:
*he has 9 losses=9 lives/cats
*maps for countrysides
*to do capitals u gto hold shift...get it??
no more explanations...figure the rest for yaself...
...don't get 'em...simple....don't vote!
anyway...G'luck
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