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[/merk material]
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IP:
I'll have u rueing tha day u were born
murked from sunrise to sunset... from dusk til dawn//
A seminar in battle thrills... teach this fag the ropes an drills
from bein sik to feelin ill... a-z of elementary skills//
As for ur sig... correct... ur nothin... like ghost pregnancys
you'v got an appearance but like bubbles ur popped wiv ease//
Now the Teks gonna pop u... from head to knees
left crippled an shook... after-effects of gutta E's//
Nicca please... ur prone to emulate me... im down to educate
if it involves berate... even better... no luv... i fill the void wit hate//
Ur blank an pale... like ur avvy... final destination: Fail
i twist metal... an leave this loco off track... de-rail//
U scribble an scrawl... spit lyrics like texan infants... they drawl an crawl
im known to father nations... third reich style... im abusive an cruel//
I'll leave u starved... frame exposed and crushed
lungs gaspin... call me Maurice the way i leave u rushed//
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- Deja Vu -
remember us?
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