Word.
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IP:
his record should be reversed cause hes skilled...
He makes kills, with a lyrical bullet so ya in under the hill..
He spits lyrics like they are nothing, its no-joke..
Theres no-hope, cause he clogs ya throat, go-choke...
No body can give him another loss, and that-is-true..
Cause hes made of rubber throwing ya diss back-at-you...
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