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Ill Nigga Alert.
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IP:
I don't need coke or birds to floor this nerd with a dope verse...
Ya just checkin in but of course you were too excited to drop first...
Realizing you'll get smoked worse better skim thru that rap book...
Lately the only thing you're respected at is getting your ass whooped...
But this fag dresses in drag cuz he's really a penis lover...
Has been since his dad fucked him in the ass and made him eat the rubber...
Mets? your a fake, i know this skem, so your gettin purified by fire...
Bitch please, I spit lines that will exercise your ghostwriters...
You only sound dope to deaf mutes in sign language cyphers...
I leave your face burnt like trying to light joint roaches with crack lighters...
I wont never be slept on, like a pile of coke during an all nighter...
War with me is enternal, you'll never see peace like a freedom fighter...
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