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IP:
Waikiki, just Go-Chill, you dont wanna Battle~The~Flow's~Ill, Freeze losing? thats hard to picture like Cameras~Wit~No~Film/
murder you then Stabbing~Your~Ghost~Still, no way you're goin to War~For~Rounds/
Slaughter~Clowns, honestly, is it your first spit or is your shit naturally this Watered~Down?/
no ones Appearing~This~Sick, im Tearing~His~Skin, so you better Fear~When~I~Spit/
dont Dare~To~Resist, or answer back, cuz like deaf kids tossing salads i aint 'Hearing~Your~Shit'/
Stray-Rounds make you Lay-Down, holding weight? well my bullets Graze-Pounds/
Get~Away~Clown, JR's punches are sick, He got 'no swings' so lay down!!/
Freez's Cruel~With~The~Blasts, Nigga 'run shit' like races through Sewers~And~Trash/
my Fluent~Attacks will Ruin~This~Fag, you aint a rapper, like 'newborn girls', you wouldnt kno what to 'Do~With~A~Pad!'/
I bring Disaster~G', my Tenacity will Smash~Your~Spleen with Massive~Heat/
im a Cannibal-Bitch, leave you soaked in 'Flammable-Piss' so unless you wanna get burned to the Last~Degree dont count on 'Matchin~me'(match in pee)!/
your Sickness~Has~Left, quit rap, even when Spittin~In~Text i smell Dicks~On~Your~Breath/
i read your verses and like 'white girls at frat parties' im Quick~To~Hit~X!/ (close)
your garbage kid, and JR's Hotter~Lyrical, seriously one Shot'll~Tear~Your~Skull/
i kno you Gotta~Fear~The~Flow, ive peeped your work, best verse was called Lyrics Not~Available!!!/
Murda......
stompin on dis bitch Wai~w/CLEETS~under my FEET/
leave his body hiding~cops look in my trunk and dont see him~and thats because he's UNDER MY BEATS!/(game OVeer)
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