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Phu Que
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IP:
This kid is wack as fuck, forget how it sounds
I'll leave to a round of applause, you're left applauded w/ rounds
Going down, honestly, ya punches aint never connected
Like how I rise to the occasion and Led just stands corrected
Never respected, bills leave you evicted, my chill in banks
But yes ya shit is underground, floating in a septic tank
C'mon hardhitter... MY style, MY avy... its gotten worse
When we thought Attack of the Clones was a movie til we read ya verse
And we know its comin, Ya known for words been bitten
So I'll collect enough chips from ya teeth, to play poker with em
Fuck it kid, you cant win, regardless of what you brought
Quick to slam ya head through a TV, just to channel ya thoughts
And ya audios are wack as fuck, full of static and such
Even ya hairline must be jealous of ya skill receding so much
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I hate to be mean, but its quite ironic you see
When to win, I'll dim the lights to this LED
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