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BANNED for D/R
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IP:
this kid sets up rules, to give em an advantage...
cuz he really cares bout the win-like ruben and his turkey sandwhich...
me on the other hand, i battle fo the fun...
but'll have evil-sweatin bullets-like ammo in the sun...
ya wack ass is underfire, thinkin cons stressin...
with allotta aggression-i'll throw stones at ya face-just to rock an impression...
ya skillz aint shit, battlin every five days...
my mind sprays-ya culd be satan on cocainen-still culdn't make ya lines blaze...
ya look just as stupid, as that kid with an afro...
and like a gay leprechaun-just wishin-fo asshole...
i got a fast flow, that'll bury ya long bars...
ya culd be in a store of sars-and still not house ill...
that's why i'll piss on ya grave-but not to douse skill...
ya'll needa nutha round, make that year to respond...
ya fear is beyond-change ya name to kno gain-cuz ya wins are like a tear in a pond...
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