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atlas the vagabond
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IP:
Ya raps sadder than afghanistan wit thumbtacks to blast at me/
why the fuck the send seuss after me? lackin the rap battle talent to match me?/
and lastly, after bastards attack me/
...I'll smash ya cat backwards/
so you won't see my ass laughing/
..........so wut are U, talkin about/
try talkin about street clout, wit balls and dick 3 feet in ya mouth/
my rapper vernaculars can't understand ya....so wut're you speakin for/
I'll fuck you and ya mom's twat, rip the child the support, before leavin the porch/
stay wit this whore till past three in the morn/
fukkin wit this slut i'll never go back to squeezin to porn/
loose lips sink ships, I choose whips that rip strips/
but loose lips please dick, that's i bang this bitch/
ya body's lost, the cops won't find it at all/
reminder:you lost/
my rhymin has blinded this broad/
........switch it up.......
So you wanna test my gangsta?/
my delivery consists of real niggaz wit blades who came to shank ya/
you a slob a knob nigga, wanted for falseness on triggers/
scallywag broad, always in train, passin twat to all niggaz/
wit lyricists broads i lyrically wrestle and brawl/
mortals lose they lives in this game, for ever testin this god/
and now they forever in heaven and gone/
statistics of me blitzing this bitch win me in my favor eleven to one/
c'mon bitch, you never , iller as me or hotter/
this bitch killed off from 5 shots, now slumberin wit schools under the water/
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