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IP:
Iam like a crazy pit-bull with AIDS/swallowin grenades
reach down my throat/ and find your baby sistas braids
imma murda you again/infect you with my sins
how tha fuck you feel/ to die without wins
you are tha muthafucka at the bus stop/with a marine cut flat top
about to shit his pants/when ya see me sittin on tha rooftop
ate yo brain, but died of malnutrition/i spit this ammuntiton
penetrates your chest/ and leaves your rib cage missin
vultures circle dis fuckin battle/cuz iam slaughtering you like cattle
beat you with these lyrics/until your teeth no longer rattle(scared)
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