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IP:
arite gotta make this shit fair, imma spit 5 lines....
go ahead and smoke-da-pot cuz this is a battle ya willin' to forgot//
my lyrics hit the spot~ like a sniper rifle that put on your face a red dot//
if that aint enuff skill~ i will walk into this gun fite wit a sicle to excercise kill//
this nigga is reel old hes on jazz~ talk bout skill ya lyrics is outa gas//
compared to me youz a skata~and my car just passed by you 'see ya lata'//
pz~1
lets vote people
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