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A cold killa
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IP:
aight my verse
-I put this "F"uckin "M""C"'s dreams tah waste, im sprayin his face with more bullets on cops waiste's/
-Front news head lines? this kid remains unknown marked in the obituraies to public eyes unshown/
-no one gives a fuck like his girlfriend is so use to wen she's in his home/
-go a head pull out yeah chrome, wen i see bottle caps it reminds me of yeah dome/
-"poped of the top", i push glocks leaving you in a trench hole with wet socks/
-you couldn't hide this beatin if yeah asked the admins for locks you just gonna half tah get rocked/
-o nice verse! not even yeah dick riders could step tah say kautious spit yours/
-fucked from the start, im stopin yeah hart, putin you off these rap charts/
-this match was already dun wen you posted yeah verse even yeah man's new i won/
-If My lyrics were guns these shots would kill, i'll but yeah brains on the glass like butchers meet at a window seel/
-Immaginations shatterd tah glass yeah get put tah wast like uk's cattle mass/
-you coudn't run from me, im the "nature of the threat" even if raskass saved yeah ass/
-No i ain't white i just show you the light wen i pull back the trigga right/
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KAUTIOUS
PhSyCoLoGiCaL LyRiCiSt
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