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...Why must I chase the cat?
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IP:
Terror get "spooked" out the "game" 'fore it even starts...
& like a "pitcher" wit a "mask" I "struck" fear in his heart...
He tried to spit "fire", but I "quelled" it wit my piss...
& came "froze" to his dome, that's why his "mind trips"...
Powerful, paid poet packin perfect...punch...
In the kitchen rollin "dough" while he was still flickin "crumbs"..
Talk "dirty" all you want, but my rhymes still seem...
Like they "shine" straight from the forehead of "Mr. Clean"...
This nigga "fell off the map" & nobody tried to "find ya"...
& thought he was gettin "pussy" when he moved to "Vir-gina"*
He a minor, but still "closer" to the day that he "dies"...
& unlike him my "terror" 'll be around "two thousand and five"...
*he's from Virginia
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