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A cold killa
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IP:
aight fuck it
~It's a disaster... he came natural on lyrics but this kid spittin gayer preeches then a homosexual pastor//
~hitting dis kid with swings, I've already mastered(masters) the win,
dropin em faster then cheep shots connected stright to the chin//
~With a grin im Ripping the skin above his eyes so he can see my up size ,
i 'come' with suprise while killing like rapeists in disguise//
~u could't be lyricaly eqquiped if you had rap supplies,
you'll be looking up at the sky when i capitalize, 'devised' a way in 'disconneting' your rise from your tries//
~U couldn't 'come' hard if u tried, like an impotent retard u lack skill beside your pride//
~Im makeing this 'a short ride', your getting a 'serious' 'collide' of 'crash' and 'burn',
just like your 'cheap lyrics' i'll put your ashes in a 'dollar store' urn//
~While i slash with a verse i open a gash on dispurse, your cursed with a loss droping head first with the only rush of a thought burst to the hearst//
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KAUTIOUS
PhSyCoLoGiCaL LyRiCiSt
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