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IP:
Damn, I wish u No-Showed-Infact, Cause posting UNDER^ him, is the only time IM CLOSE-To WAck,
Ur tryin so Hard to Outwrite me, that your Crackin-Your-Wrist, The only way your Punches are dope, is with Crack in your Fists!,
Yo, I Dabble In lyrics that rattle ya brains, only time killa got WordPlay is playing Scrabble-Games,
Like Abusive babies, Ill RATTLE-ya-Brain, you should have concerts in MEADOWS, cause your Rhymes-is-Plain!,(meadow is a plain)
Its my desire that this Killa just retire, if you set your Rhymebook on fire and dropped it, you still couldnt drop Hot Lyrics,
I destroy ya spirit when I drop rhymes making-you-epileptic, in ya prime shaking when you recollects it, but your rhymes is SEPTIC(shit), So just ACCEPT-IT!,
This KILLA is PUSSY so he shits-in-plastic,(cat box)
But Oz is rippin more bitter-cats in battles-n-clashes, then Litter Boxes filled with Shattered Metals-n-Glasses,
not even da Max
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