Word.
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IP:
I pick-up-mics..and stick-up-dykes..cause they're here/
I just-spit..and i bust-shit..it blows their ears/
There ear drums just blow...with the blood flowing/
I just speak so loud and not even knowing/
Just scream into the mic...till your head goes pop/
Watching your brain go flying...and your body drops/
next weapon-- a Battery
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