Flyweight
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IP:
you weak with yah flows, sorta like eerkle with the-hoes/
i'm gettin all the bitchez and yur steady jurkin yah-hose/
yur to slow to match the witt that i'm spittin, get-back/
we got an equal text record but really yur only-half, do the-math/
break it, roll it, light it, then smoke it, focus, you about to get broke kid/
i'mah leave you bloody and dyin. blood all over you, soakin/
yur too herbish, yah weak to bleak and too-faded/
like mcdonalds meat, yah shit is too out-dated/
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