Vest... gun... we turned streets into Iraq...
Whoa he's ill... yeah I'm am guess who... I'm Back...
X-T-C trip wit clips enter through your lip and exit out your hip...
You do not know hoe... I will kill you and your clique...
Zeus... God... Jesus... Praying will do you no good...
Am I the I Am... Simon says stop... your not hood...
Barter your soul for your life... or get expended...
Cuz at this school... say shell you'll get suspended...
Damn homie I've been commited but the jus get obmitted...
Enter... and the illest lyricist's words will again be submitted...

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