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IP:
I use words as my instruments of pain…… swiftly spittin holes through your brain
Slowly dying,….. in my wake leaving you lying, just another mc slain
I set out to eliminate this fool, he lost his cool, scared him into feigning death
U considered comedy?, wit a verse like that, that’s where your careers set
Your running scared, verbally bashed and left lyrically impared
been more abused than a pregnant women pushed down stairs
Your new to RB, and that’s how your gonna leave
Been shamed, merked and ripped apart wit ease
Your verse is wack….its easy to find ur lack of skill
cause when you try to spit…. you choke and dribble like ur ill
done..............i screwed this thread up
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