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Coming to Kill you All
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IP:
I'll own you in this,bitch,with shit that'll hurt you,and-
-Get you mad,dog...so you'll remember how he merked your ass
Can't hurt to ask,but how can you stay cold,and boast it?
cuz ur style is brittle,like bones with osteoporosis
Alone,ur toasted,& no one likes you,u must regret u fell in this
Cause your fuckin' rhymes are about as bad..as your spelling is
I'll tell-ya',bitch..your wack,so bad you outta atone
& You linger in the air..like some cheap-ass colonge
Let it be known,it's over,how do you even manage in these times?
I mean,c'mon..you lost to King solo.........three times
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