Word.
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IP:
ill throw hot ashes...on ya face/
Burning you...all over the place/
Melting ya eyes...so it runs down ya cheeks/
Ya skin peeling off..Showing that ya just weak/
It just burns you alive...ya running around in flames/
Till you fall over just roasting burnt to a crisp, and they say im sane/
Next Weapon-- a wheel
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