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Ill Nigga Alert.
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IP:
size=1]Why do u rap in the first place, go practice your wordplay...
U say you're straight from hell, well I'ma send u back to ya birthplace...
Rippin you is effortless, and it looks like ya on the brink of demise...
Eye-lash out at u, and your career is over in the blink of an eye...
I'm a sniper sportin chrome, I could kill you with my cypher force alone...
Then I'll lyrically rape him, with my dick lubed with hydrocortisone...
Carbon copy, I'll pull a rightous fist from stone to slice a boring clone...
Fuck, I'm pro-drug, Watch me blaze the NEXT-L like a cordless phone...
The shit i write is missin sainty, I doubt the bullets ill snipe and miss ya family...
U rappin all wrong so I'ma leave ya whole method-diss like a type of christianity...
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