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I walk & walk over you
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IP:
I’ll put my fist up in ya anal so you can feel my punches effect
I’ll spit cold spits so you again can get killed by the ice pick
I’ll break your mirrors leave you under ground so you wont reunite your existance
You cant spit nice even if you waxed it clean, you wont replenish it
How I’m I going to get scared and you’re the one who’s shaking both ways
I’ll leave your body cut in pieces like an outline drawing of cum on your face
Your punches are not touching me, the same way your punches cant touch the myth
Even if I look through an microscopic x-ray lens I still wont find sickness
I’ll cut your tits off so you wont spit no hollow tips
Cant spit hotness even if you light up your lips
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.:* Crhyme Sindicate* :.
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