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Rhyme Ripper
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keyed in like 6 mins good luck dawg 20barz!
IP:
ya name should be philly, cause ya lifes at stake(steak)
want beef?, i'll serve u a steaming hot plate
plot on ya block while i pop thangz off my waist sealin ya fate puttin 2 holes in ya face
hybrid,......nuttin but 2 hoes in my face
direct no kinda threat......like little kids with shanks,
lyrical disgrace.......u non human, u more stupid than a one legged man ina foot race
u aint untouchable fam, but unfuckwitable's increditable dickryder.... laying inbetween his legs
co-signin his threads, this nigga thinkin he ill.......the whole time doctors givin em prescription meds
so actually u ill, just not lyrically inclined, so why try this? , hurt this herb, dianosed wit wack-I-tis
i plus what u minus, so nigga mind this, punish u both on one battle, so the sum is divided
infact u need a ghost writer to battle me, but u can't afford one wit ya micky-d's salary
so i guess u really got beef, not on the streets, but in the store grillin the meat-
crushing ya element with pistols, until ya image aint seen
eating ya wack raps like 29 cent burgers with cheese
hybrid?! it should be more like hybernation this win'er(winter) puttin u niggaz to sleep
so bear with me, or bare witness, wreck u direckty, my text killin ya writtens
beef wit techs, hittin everythang, even the kittens, u spittin? this kid gotta be kiddin
only thing u spit is saliva, cause u retarded, non survivor, my barz got u sporting black n white attire
my desire, dead-u-on-da-docks-for-da-dolo
leave ya stance unorthodox, like hi-deo nomo, nigga u strait gay, a -hetero-homo
edited for a spellin correction
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D.L.W
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