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5 votes
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Post ya shyt first

checkin in. Mane you gonna make me go first too. Thats not very vet like of u lol.
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Ya old news..Must work for Bill Gates, your Mic-Grew-Soft//
Die by the keyboard, Only way Herb Got Capped.. *Cough*//
Stop before I Laugh, Grabbin Ya Balls More Than Aftermath//
Just a joke, Nothin serious Mr Bubbles.. Flow? He Drew a Bath//
Whats wrong? Your bleedin below the neck.. Call in Sick//
Slice open ya own stomach, Just ta be "In-Con-Testants"//
Drop ya fake accent, This aint a vocal pitch talent contest//
So Pretty, Surprised this pussy dont hava Full Grown Chest//
Brain hurtin? Dont think so Hard, Heres an Egg - Dumb ass//
Pain burnin? Wont leave a scar, Makin you beg - Take off ya mask...

Hill billy accent livin in tha boon docks wid croc~adiles//
My punches will leave you wid a snapped jaw and lock~smiles//
Swamp rap styles never got anyone bigger then your mayor//
I'm muling's slayer comin to scalp your hair so start your prayer//
Knockin you tha fuck out fair and square wid crooked eyes makin you an illiterate reader//
Double vision got you impaired so I should be YOUR crew leader//
Violently crushing your bones till they turn to dusty atoms//
Causing you to age and evolve with crusty back spasms//
Phantoms come to view as your aging to a suspensful death//
Takin your last breathe through a straw and slicin your last vein left//
Comittin grand theft cuz i just robbed you for your life//
Eight inch blade knife endin your strife quickly in tha night//
Then back outta sight in to tha darkness full of angry emotions//
Endless oceans helping you give up your spirtual notions//
Better understand clearly cuz theres only one time writin//
They gonna remember me like tha way they remember tha titans//

iight votes can start.
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