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FUCK IT UR BURNT ANYWAY BITCH!!
Slaughtered:
N Deva gives L.ow B.lows (LB) and take POUNDS, walk towards the SOUTH to say he's DOWN/
I'll dissipate ur bounds, like BOXING IN BARRELS OF GUNS bitch i'll eliminate ya ROUNDS//
should'a known better than to fuck with Necrid the lyrical master of Soul Caliber/
bitch u ain't a battler, ur still a BABY to this shit go get ur fuckin RATTLER//
he throws his TURDS OUT ON COLD RAINY DAYS just to say hes got SICK SHIT/
if ur PALM WAS YOKUZUNA TIMES BUTTERBEAN u wouldn't have BIG HITS//
Cooked:
N Deva's terrors' severed in several ways by this "kid" he thinks is a part of the New Era/
bitch i ain't new i'll leave ur NECK TWISTED in more ways than Eddie Guerrera//(notice he wrestle anymore)
share a clever rhyme with N Deva, he'll hop on ur dick and treat it like Cheverolet Stick Shift Lever/
defeat me?? NEVER, maybe if u wear a RAINcoat this bitch would be close to my level//
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