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IP:
make it 20 lines dawg.....here we go:
Your fake rhymes are obvious like a bad fucking wig///
I’ll make you fuckin famous, put your name in my sig///
My rhymes don’t just flow, they come at speed, they hurtle///
You’re like a duck with one leg coz you’re going round in circles///
I’ll leave you in traction; in plaster stuck in bed///
I cum in your girl; so hot I fry her eggs///
You know I fucked your woman I heard you listening-at-the-door///
Gonna torture this ‘soldier’ like a prisoner-of-war///
MY rhymes come broadband; can’t download the shit YOU say///
Forget 50 cent… this bitch is 56 K///
Your style should be illegal and I’m the crime prevention///
I wrote better lines then that… on detention///
I just fucked yo mom and her tits have went down south///
You’ll really taste my skill when I spit in your mouth///
I’m no fucking homo but I’ll still gash yo ass///
When I shove a bottle down ya mouth and make you shit glass///
I laugh at your crew; I’ve surpassed what you threw///
Your stuck to my ass like my gash is full of glue///
Even if you kill me I’ll still hurt your pride///
I’ll reincarnate as yo baby and kill your girl from inside///
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