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A Life Of Chryme
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IP:
I'll drop early so you have enough time to prepare your verse.
Lets make this battle quick, u already leavin in a gurney
How the fuck are you supposed to beat me?
.............WHEN U CAN'T EVEN RUN THIS FUCKIN TOURNEY!
You only winning this, if ur dickriders show up...u big bitch
Only problem is you dont produce..n thats cuz you dickless
Whack fuck, go ''whack off''....n i aint showin no fake love
So go touch urself Cuz you aint ''beating'' me ok.stubbs! 
You a hobo..but afta i beat u, I swear ill leave you alone
But we can still kick'box' N IM NOT TALKING ABOUT UR HOME!
Oh shit he aint breathing .....k.stubbs is dead guys!
.........We all look at his grave n all's it says is TEN LINES!!!
match me, 10 lines no more no less..n we will let the voters do the rest.
oh yeah and no feeding off my verse. 
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A LIFE OF CHRYME
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