-Warrior-
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IP:
Crushin ya chest, this punk is at best average with a pen…
Fantasizing thrustin his neck on waists of imaginary friends…
Slashin ya lame asinine claims of ever gracing this bout…
X’ll waste his breath...even before I defecate in his mouth...
I’m a beast, it’s bestiality to this piece of meaty casualty…
My swords’ll greet casually if they ever meet your family…
Bitch, I’m crashin ya home, catch you in the bed sleeping…
Splatter ya dome till head’s leakin to keep ya wet dreamin…
X Ecution clones like grown Anakin, this gnomes panickin…
Knowin his ass’ll get the smackdown below hands of men…
& that’s a double-meanin, the chest of this troubled teen is…
getting exposed like Playboy’s best of doubled cleavage…
if he’s drunk before spittin, I’ll grab a knife in an instance…
To tear stomach to start the spillin & exorcising of spirits…
Call me a Liar..I take that back, aight call me your sire…
Here’s your liver..I take that back! Sike, ya organs expired…
I’ve seen your pic and…I tried to figure but the shit is…
You resemble LL except ya tits are bigger than ya bitch’s…
I’m covering subjects..like body bag’s that’re reekin of you…
& I wont ‘touch’ on ya cousin, I’ll simply leave that to you…faggot
*Served*
Peace
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