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IP:
You Guys is too soft, ain't STOPPIN THIS HEAT...I throw stones at ya heart son I'm ROCKIN YA BEATS//
Spittin fire to ya scripts, melt ya RHYMES DOWN TO BUTTAH...stuff brains in the sewers, get ya MIND OUT THE GUTTAH//
Ayo my bullets is homeless, they'll RENT OUT YA FACE...I'll contort ya fuckin body leave you BENT OUT OF SHAPE//
SPIT ROUNDS OF HATE and I'll fuckin BURN YOU WIT IRONS...like *newborns* ya *comin out this bitch* PURPLE & CRYIN//
HURT CHU WIT SCIENCE while my verse HOT TO THE FINISH, POP AT CHU BITCHES, always spittin NOCUOUS LYRICS//
STOP IF YOU FEAR IT, always come wit GLOCKS AND HYSTERICS...you will have the *holy ghost* when I POP AT CHA SPIRIT// O)O)o00ooooo Wordplay Rite There SuCkas
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