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Middle Weight
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IP:
dying for some sex,like your whole life is comprised of some ghost-kisses
cause all she be does is cum-plane bout it,like some horny air hostesses
disrespected,cause ya Open Mics SUCK!,they all either,strayed-or-neglected
She got Game in her sig,just goes to show she gets played-and-rejected
trying ya sell your soul,but nobody wanted to buy it,and u in a hot-drought
your rhymes are bout as this-hired(desired)as poor college drop-outs
all over you plan on bitchin and bitchin,like it's your sole niche-and-it's-zigs
I'll slap you and have you covering half ya face like the bitch-in-ya-sig.
she thinks I'm macreep based on Ip's,so now she feel special like a scholar
cause she lackes sense(cents) like some rich people obsessed with dollars
buring herself up in a garden after swallowin seeds,is how she'd grow
cause her skill will never tie(thigh),with mines,like some legless hoes
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