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A cold killa
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~My Verse~
IP:
It’s gonna be a quick assassination when I’m “aim”ing with “lyrical Cyanide”
Slide the edging off my verse across your thought to know it was why you died
Rip you from outside~to~inside only to leave on ur streets of a “man(s)-chest-here”
Cutting u with split blade hits it’s sever especially when im a homophobe and ur a fucking queer
No pink slips so it’s not a final frontier, call me sincere but I call you an embarrassment
I’ll have your structure bent to an extent of torment to the rhymes created by you on 10 percent
In real life it would be ur spine on cement to my intent, cut the vent from where ur words are sent
A crucial end (determined fate) Kautious the match maker setting Phil- up with death on a date
Only 8 now, 9, a heavyweight beating by a fatal design of text and this match is considered mine
Combine this last line (a sign) -I define divine scripts- and collapse u on your own fucking time
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KAUTIOUS
PhSyCoLoGiCaL LyRiCiSt
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