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a perfect imperfection...
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IP:
Its rumble time, biatch.....................
Ruin your being, my fate to annihilate psycholad with a loss on his plate is what im seeing...
Point being is I'm freeing spits to disgrace, ur rhymes are misplaced like blacks that go skiiing...
Its awe-inspiring, punches that keep firing without tiring like Columbian rebel resistance...
You got it twisted like tangled wiring, I'm aspiring to give psycho lyrical therapeutic assistance..
Im just getting started, disperse words that leave you lost in the flow of waters uncharted...
A lyrical Moses, I get wack MCs parted, seems ur skill ship is still docked while mine has departed...
Cracked like ocean rifts, getting a dictionary for Chirstmas would still leave you lyrically ungifted...
Victory for you? You missed it, resurrecting ghosts still wouldn't leave you spiritually uplifted...
Face it, your fucked, catching leprechauns and 4 leaf clovers would still leave you out of luck...
Better off if you had ducked, whats worse than handing out this KO is admitting that you had sucked...
Leave your skills in desperation, im raining on this bitchs parade like unexpected precipitation...
Sweating in tense perspiration, adding wings to ur verse still wouldn't give it proper elevation...
well thats it..........vote vote vote vote please to get this done and over with...................
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