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IP:
fucken wit i.v is a tratick happing guns clappin g wellim laughing s=cus im pashin your vrib empten clis on your girl and your kids grill you ant fillin this now but when im done yalw bow i fell ta the lyrical gats i back in the day but this is my phase i blase emcees witha pages unstaged to putem in rage locked in the gage was like a yout life stopin rethink about cocken back the glock i dont talk just show action askin me if i was to live ta see 20 is like askin if god really loves us and watch from above i cant stand the fact that wicked clown tryin to go rounds with me when already crownd freestyle king how eles do you think i became i.v ill verbaly or just ill vived listin to the implisten spitin im getin at in other words how is stomps on niggas flater then l.a rim caps
time ta dis on this bitch that wished to indure verb abuse from the devils lyircal speker that induren emcces weeker side i m divded this gats body well rippen his white boy goty ryhmes well really already his minds blind by a optical to great ta see you need ta be joken im have this clown choken on his nees beggin me pledin please not to murder him with a humilty well already this gats stupid unff to try to battle me with a dis-abilty
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