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Rhyme Ripper
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IP:
this shit iz like a job, how i punch in On Thiz Bitch
I hit With Money Shots while dawg spit constant non-cents
im law enforcement mixed with a Consistent arsonist,
Burn U wITH bARZ often, til u feel like a convicted convict
uplift ya spirit slice ya brain in two, so when u think
u'll alwayz have a split-decision,
My Verbal Iz Like Hazardous Stormz, alwayz givin u harsh-conditionz
Plus U a Coward, u don't got the heart contend wit it
Dawg u lil pup, no way u lead against me,
like a midget on a treadmill, u having a short run in this league!
Yo This Mad Funny, Becuz ya name should be 5timesKnockedout
0-5 record dunny , like a throwback fubu jersey
Imma Prevail Crush U Cuz U frail, even worst imma send u a present
a broken mirror in the mail, so u can get the gift and the curse
u a postman in a wheelchair, alwayz pushing the envenlope 1st
then got the nerve to step to whiz, cripple this kid, like senior
citizens losing the feeling n dey legz,
ya finisherz iz wack, u alwayz got loose endz, pop ya group n friends
only how yall get props is settin up drama productionz
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D.L.W
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