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Ill Nigga Alert.
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IP:
Yo, i've never been hated on so much, its like a love crush...
This kid finally made it out closet just to hang on my nuts...
Peace don't need heat, these keys errupt to blow your brain up...
I'm runnin off pennzoil maximum, son your flow needs to change up...
Multiply the word suck, then add it to ya repitore, you dumb fuck...
Wicked's known to run a muck, met the best w/ an uppercut...
My speech was tested by the fuz, so ill, it gave out an alias...
Pulled off in a rush, found ya pussy style and went murderous...
This is showtime, i flow rhymes, and there's no signs that you know crime...
The only law you breaking is the gravity kind, holdin ya head up after readin these lines...
Punks jump up to get beat down & the track plays in the back of my mind...
Ha reminds me of shine i spit, recline this bitch and then define this shit as mouthnificent...
This fag gets passed around in prison cliques, known for being the prison bitch...
Even signing autographs after releasing his manuscripts, entitled "the struggle of wearing the prison's tits"...
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