The Write Weight
From: Word life = Poetry... bringing words to life. |
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IP:
fuck it i'm outtie.. but forreal what you know about me?
U COULDN'T MAKE A BOLD STATEMENT W/ 100 BARS OF SHOUTING
matter fact, lemme rip this cat, your wack & off track
cuz you couldn't hold shit down if you were fat with a brickfilled backpack
is this the last act? please let the curtians close
see me, butnaked - while dudes so scared he's shirtin' hoes.
no gift because you don't fit in, you've reached your limit dumbfuck
not shittin', she'd need a classical christmas play just to bust a nut.
off the cut, get off your butt... leave you bleedin' in this bitches place
punches'll leavem' ended with slashes alover his fuckin' face.
yeah, fuck it haha..
dueces
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