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IP:
it would be immposible for ya verse to be keyed to a ill perfection//
even if einstein da locksmith worked on it wit a anthrax infection//
u'll get hit wit twisted punches steppin up to dis young gunna//
its a mixmatch, my verse got u hot and botherd like wearin a northface and shorts in da summa//
fuckin wit me u'll get more 9's, 4's and 5's than a poker deck//
and i'll get full house by makin da shotti put a whole in ya neck//
when my crew step up, u see more bats comin at ya head than a yankee game//
dis big dog sittin on ya soul crushin ya confidence game, cause u catch a hole in ya body and get hung like a picture frame//
bitch u aint neva rappin more, and suicide?, u jus commited it//
tired of deez nigga wit no skillz so fuck dis shit, u couldnt spit a hot verse if da fuse to ya verse was lit
jus keyed up a quick 10 lines, hopefully u spit now
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