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Ill Nigga Alert.
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IP:
Be-headed and slaughtered, took a little off the top like barbers...
Claim toast? Then i'll p and nut in ur butter like George Washington Carver...
I’m a dryer for hire, spinning the hottest threads for a quarter...
Got you still finding traces of my kids dead in your daughter...
I’ll make you lie low in stiches, when I diskney's & break joints...
Only because I shake hands at introductions but this dude shakes groins...
He’s got caked loins, three layers of shit, damn he’s full of it...
This bitch is hollow be thy name like the end of my bullet tip...
This bitch is cattle, getting branded and he’s running like mayors...
And it’s a fact that Tech recycles more than ecology majors...
Flame the Chancellor, I kinda like that, bitch, call me sire...
You Liquid always extinguishes black when you fight fire with fire...
Feeling lumpy? Just put it in your cup cause I know your style to a tea...
No pills for me, because I’m so ill that I make you reach ecstasy when i Cough E.
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