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IP:
.::cracks knuckles::.
I live to murda this guy... but wen i drop it aint me that die
like 'playboy' im full frontal, no lie... id choke a Brother jus to see him cry//
Rippin 'microphones' til they famous an front as 'maxiphones'
take ur fukkn corpse from its home jus to shit on the bones//
If a Brother dont 'feel' this i'll write the shit it in 'braille'
blaze Mr. T wit verbal clips hittin this cat from nose to tail//
Ur welcome to punch in, but I guarantee you leave punched out
oh... and fuck doubt, I get above that and snuff mouths//
Put to tha ground instantly, les see you get around the imagery
found in misery, i guess you'll really get to go down in history//
Dawg i gotta admit im tired of speaking, les give it a rest
tek finished, yet you still catching hits in ya chest//
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