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~~LiViN ThuGgIsh~~
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a thug on his porch, smokin wit his pant-leg-tucked, throwin gang-sets-up, wants in so his name-gets-fucked//
now hes walkin through, drippin-blue, if he sees red hes clippin- crews, fuckin sluts and sippin-juice//
a couple of years, dont see-fears, tattoed three-tears, blue rag coverin his eyes he cant see-clear, he only sees colors, bitches, and these queers//
twenty nine and he still sellin surpintine, obviously tha ether aint workin-fine, my rhymes straight serachin-minds//
now hes bingin, crack cocaine till he starts syringin, his soul and body need cleansin, too much tension//
did i mention hes fuckin prostitutes, which makes him a lost- dispute, definitley not eligible to constitute//
doin devils-dandruff hes plagued, just a rebel-handcuffed its vague, he found out in a couple of days he had aids.
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