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-Merk Squad-
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IP:
Ai Yo,
yo where i'm from you ain't gotta be 'jack' to be a 'ripper'//
so i'ma rip you apart an leave you exposed like a stripper//
you going down fast like you on a big dipper//
you knowin you can't last, though the bad smell'll linger//
i put up the mid finger, break your fingers you can't touch this//
you got like mental stealth 'cause no one can see your punches//
an fuck my dental health, 'cause you fake like your dentures//
your rhymes are old dude, old news, so you got like senial dementure//
you forgot you a borin bitch makin up your adventures //
dispersin blobs of bullshit, what happened did your pen burst?//
a miss match, peoples heads boppin you got 'em stoppin//
call me 'batman' 'cause i caught you 'robbin'//
all your best shit be copy an paste droppin//
yeah this a race i got your memory slowly joggin//
this like a loud rave i got your ears poppin//
i'm like a king, you maids an slaves//
but you a fag wit aids an braids//
lookin skinny like snoop,dawg you in the final phase//
call me an arsonist bitch 'cause i'm startin a blaze//
i'll leave you dazed, yo one thing though//
are you a man or a mothafuckin mouse//
fuck that, that's an answer we both know//
an your cheesy ass has got to go//
you're like my old nikes your styles worn out//
you have to shout, when you callin me out lil' mouse//
i'm changin all your locks before i blow up your house//
you'll finally get yo name in the papers when the orbituarys announced//
leave you lookin like a peperoni pizza, burnt an crispy throughout//
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