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Ill Nigga Alert.
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IP:
Ha this bitch is a no show, dont know why i spend this 10 lines...
I could give a shit...cuz iam drop anyways...prolly out gettin food for a dime...
I Rip you to bits and pieces, like paper Mache creatures I rape ya thesis...
Just call me the prodical child but my name aint Jesus...
You claim your little words are weapons, mine are beckons...
but to me, all it is, is indigestion, sharpen the blades before you step in...
Do some reading and research while I make your teeth hurt...
or shove you back in your mothers womb to repeat birth, but first...
Blood out your ears and eyes, your intelligence is getting low on supplies...
I arise one last time to stick my blade to this pint size' spine...Goodbye...
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