this was an iight battle but brook came harder and he was ill ..his punches his and he had nice word play

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I'll grab ya mouth then grin, as I connect my air-force to ya chin/
scrape your sores with pens, then spray anthrax through your pores and skin/
look, herb, my nerves deserves some type a relief when i speak/
lets be brief..you still couldn't rip me even if John Q provided you with ‘beats’/-get it?



nice shit brook

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