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IP:
Said Battle me? betta Bite your lip or get sliced to shit wit text savagry, cuttin Punches to collaps your chest cavity, make you breath fast, pass through where I sleep moving casually and watch your punk ass get Jumped like Dead Batteries
your hits were misses, mine end existance, who am i battling agian, shit?... oh yea, a child holding a lit fuse who still isn't WiC-KiD... bitch, dissapear or split in the quickest instant, when my drops slice you in two like a magicians assistant
My barz cook Five ova flames like camp food, making a mess ov this Dude, dam foo', is that really tha best you can do, were you exspecting to loose? cuz my punches whaled on ya like Catching Shamoo'
I sling tha Rocks when i bring tha shots, Ding your knott while you cling to GOD, and you must sing alot, cuz if you spit those barz, you'd hear more ah-quit-it's then the King Ov PoP...(micheal Jackson, the king of Pop, was aquitted ov all charges)
So allow me to show you the way out like Exit-Wounds, now it looks like your chance to win Just-Left cuz i'm more then all-right and abadextris-Too, Bitch, I 'sentenced you to death' like Texas-Do..
shud do....................
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