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Ill Nigga Alert.
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IP:
Only real thing you have is hair, and even that is fallin off...
You're lyrics are one point only when you're suckin off...
Don't take me lightly like an overdose, leave you with a broken nose...
U spit with bittin' rhymes and stolen flows and I steal ya shows...
I'm platinum rippin' golden foes you can't match my skill or wit...
I'll rip your shit, you're just a bitch, you're whole shit sounds the same...
& I've been writtin' lyrics before you made that account name...
Internet Mc i'll damage your brain until your heads empty...
Why such a short rhyme didn't have enough bittin' lines...
That's a hip-hop crime i'll reach the top and shine...
My flow is a demon, pure evil and you're rhymes are petty stealin...
When I'm creepin' and everybody sleepin' I take a peep in...
Put a pillow over your face to stop the screamin' put the mic to your temple...
& let the whole world know this wasn't a battle I was just makin' an example...
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