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Guest
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IP:
With Instruments I'm Ruthless, Jab Ya Jaw And Leave You Toothless, I Could Beat You To a Pulp Bitch, Fully Equipped With Acoustics//
Produce Hits, Like shaking Chemical Mixtures That Pack A Punch, And Fracture Lungs, The Rapture Comes When I Break More Grounds with-ya-head Than Tractor Fronts//
It Gets Boring Scorching this Emcee In Secrecy, So I'll Proceed To Seep This Geek's Breathing//
I'll Deform Calibur's Species Despite Pleas, Spittin RadioActivity, With A Frequency Heard Thru Three Galaxies At Different Sequences//
((face-man))Is Gifted Spittin Scientific Lyrics More Puzzlin Than Hieroglyphics//
Calibur is gonna Miss This Cuz My Higher Spirit's Equipped With Guided Tear Gas//
Jealous Ones Envy, Calibur's Taking It Back To Mafia Days, Im Shocking him With Rays, Crackin Bones And Snappin More Fingers Than Gays//
To Most, My Informal Morals Are Paranormal Quarrels, Just Because I Tore All his Verbals this Cornballs Thinks Im Abnormal//
When I'm Inhuman The Fact Is, With Precise Tactics I Leave Ruins Of Aztecs, Deliverin Lashes, Even If Im Cruisin And Strapless I'm Still Leave Holes In this foo's Backless//
U have 24 hours to respond...or it is a DQ
face-man = -_-
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