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Rastafari Walk Tall
From: East London, (Hackney) |
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IP:
Man i read ur rhymes and i laugh and 'snicker', like the 'chocalate bar'
I'll leave a 'crack' in your head, and hurt it more than the 1 in ur avatar
L.I a thug?....nah.....bare witness, this punk bitch, aint stepping to this
I sed I'd pump the 'pounds' to his fam, he was like...Yes we gon b 'rich'
Dis aint The Hulk,you aint gon magically transform 'n' perform a line that can hurt me
Nigga your pussy 'For Eternity', You shouldnt put down the mic n b signin for sororities
Nigga your rhymes are old and tired, like security guards on night-shifts
I mean shit....
How you gon stand up to me bitch, when you gotta sit down to piss
For eterntiy = his sig
Crack i.e the ass gettin wedgied in his avatar
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