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IP:
Inflammable? Nah I smoke his “L" got him lookin “infammible,”
Tried to Eat my rhymes, but my punch line hit and blew this cannibal//
My rhymes flow like Air that keep my throat from chockin’,
You smoke puffs through ya asshole to get ya rhymes smokin’//
My punch lines protect Real Mc, seein me Gettin' no hits by his hit,
You Stick ya “rhymes back in your asshole” becuz you say the “Same-shit”//
Cloths wearin red white and blue thrown in the air like An American flag
Blast rhymes hard, Got his Heart runnin for his life like a heart-attack//
I battle Face to Face wit rhyme ready to shoot personals,
His crew blew like his Team-rocket away, now got him seein “Double-trouble”!//
My rhymes to intense while I think what I write, got my computer to overload,
Put “propane in his head” while he “light the stage up,” now watch him “Explode”//
I stress wit no sleep, mind wit ease got my eye to see pinkeyes,
While I Stuck “rifles in his heart” to get him “feelin'” what he’s “aiming in life”//
You couldn’t bite my rhymes, so here pay-it-off, it’s a dolla-a-track,’
I’m from “holla-front.com,” last line so I’ll fare-a-well you wit a “Holla-back”//
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