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IP:
provacatives body hits the floor wen i spit from start to finish//
got his bones fallin apart in minutes//
i'll decorate his shirts when i let his vain's leak//
got his concience nervous and cant stay asleep//
i give all these MC's a battle and leave em callin the medics//
put "lamps" to ya "dome" and make u "lite-headed"// (lol)
i dont need to use a gun cuz my rhymes will put a hole-in-yo-back//
and like "will"....i'll leave u and all of ya "men-in-black"//
leave my signature all over u to indorse-this-man//
im the reason ya mom's got an abortion-plan//
i wouldnt call u hard if ya dick was stiff//
i'll put a twenty-two on ya chest like emmit smith...//
no feedin off
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