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IP:
his punches are so fruit it's like they were made with Snapple-
the fear I cause him is the only way his verses shake 'n' rattle-
I'm the most rambunctous heathin relievin u of bodily functions-
i already know you're a d/r - hidin penises inside of your lunches-
when ngaz approach u they stop-cuz i left so much 'red on ya shirt'-
like u was 'jugglin ketchup'...
ya gettin hurt when ya 'fly' around 'my base'-like u was 'buggin a catcher'-
Armor piercin lyrics plunges ya stomach where ya vest contracts-
You "suck" so much - I just cant wait to see your chest collapse-
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