<~(BlOoDTiK ThOuGhTz)~>
From: Da Motha Fuken Brooke Yo |
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IP:
The Forsaken one is now back on Track//
Pealin open your eyes like they coped out and smacked//
Up to the top like I'm leavin u nameless//
You pleadin for fame while u spittin so shamless//
I'm aimless, yet i can kill your whole army//
Spit all your lyrics, they'll just bounts right off me//
Like i am rubber and your a glue stick//
So bounts away from rap and get closer to "I Quit"//
Go have a fit, then find a new hobby//
And while your at it blow youself to comacozi//
hold up i evan got da gun rite here//
fuck wat u waitin fo, we ain't got all year//
Dawg i bet u could neva make it on er own//
Your 15 now, wat u gonna do wene u move from home//(profile)
Damn like your name puts it into perspective//
*steal a rappers name, and say u thought it was neglectited*//
Dawg come on give it up u mite aswell forfite//
I riped your ass so bad, u feel like tony Macfloure did//
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