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Venomous Beast
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IP:
well you have lost your priveleges to talk.
Anywayz, here is my verse.
1. Killa Kobra dun lost his mind, callin out tha team for a battle.
2. Maybe he couldn't choose, We're all huntin him, This kid is raveled.
3. I bet he couldn't spit hard even if he had an erection boost.
4. He's tryin to join tha KKK but they said his noose is too loose.
5. He knows tha outcome, I give him credit cause he's goin out hard.
6. But you're an idiot to pick tha Venomous Squad (Math Pro) for a spar.
7. I changed my beef pattern for Tha Productions, Can't rupture tha family.
8. At least now there's no need to, Kobra gettin put where Saddam will be. (Six feet if not yet.)
9. I spit shit that's makes this kid commit suicide for me committin tha sin.
10. Then I'll sit at his grave, Piss out my last ounce of gin.
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