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IP:
step up kid, this is your chance for dissrespecting me,
I'm about to give this pussy a lyrical hystorectomy/
these lines are so tight, they leave you screamin with fright,
your shit couldn't be RAW if it was aired on Monday nights/
these words are built "Ford tough", threatening like cats wit glocks,
I trap you like Alcatraz, this lyrical fortress "like a Rock"/
stuffin these words down your throat, they flow like post nasal drips,
you think my Uzi is "grindin" the way I'm unloadin the "Clipse"/
anihalate you with these words, death is such a grim spectre,
identify your body? shit, they're gonna need dental records/
well, 10 lines, minimum, spit yer verse dude
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Life isn't a bitch...
she's just sick of being personified -Sage Francis
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