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I have a lot to learn...
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IP:
I prowl the night skies, lost, bored of living a thousand life times
Trapped for eternity.. so what do I do? sit down and write rhymes
systems systematiclly sizedown simple samaritains seeking solace
people populate places of parishes from persians to polish
great games of god like guys getting held goaless
really rank rhymes resulting of ramblings after ya roll this
spoken shit so sick simply something from smokin stick
poke and pick at me prosperity pummeled by poletics
the last lyricyst lives lower leavin this ludacris leader
castrated clasp cock and cut it, cummed on like ceaders
thats a shitload of alliteration right there..
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