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IP:
SQUUUUUUUAAAADUP!!!!
chea, yo imagine me losin, gettin juked by a crook
nah,u can almost measure this gay, callhim fruit by thefoot
ya spirit crushed, it b trampled n solemn
if u bet u could win, then i guess u got a gamblin problem
can't believe the mouthin on this fool, i b doubtin on this dude
he got a dickridin calculator, cuz he countin on his crew
Dice, u small to me, you aint nothin large
rough sex wit his rhymebook, only time ya bars was FUCKIN HARD
a trusty lesson, when i swing wit this rusty weapon
his wins plus losses is only way dice gets Lucky 7
im not kind, and im no benign in fact
i say fuck playin wit dice, cuz his rhymes is CRAPS....EASSSY
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