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New to RV
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IP:
You A Fag Spittin-Dem-Lines, Prolly Make Em While Gettin Dick-From-Behind
He Ran Out Of Material, Call Em Tha "Lyrical Acrobat" Tha Way He "Flippin-My-Rhymes"
Ya Spittin-Is-Dead, I'll 'Write That On A Shell' So It'll 'Get-Through-Ya-Head'
N I Would Flip All Tha Shit-That-You-Said ....But I'd Rather Flip-You-Instead!
I'll Hit-You-Wit-Lead, But Just Promise Me You Won't Snitch-To-Tha-Feds
Or You Won't Be "Kickin No More Rhymes" ....After I 'Cripple-Ya-Legs'
I'm Da Tightest-Of-Tha-Champs,-Seek-More, Tha Titan-That-You-Can't-Beat,-Whore
I'll 'Mode Ya', Leave Ya "Insides Wit Dust On Em" Like "Items-At-An-Antique-Store
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