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exizzt
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Date Posted: 10:26:52 05/10/03 Sat
you the illest mc, well I believe your not, and the only breath that's hot is from the mouth of the glock, you can't fuck wit me, so I beg you stop, quit rappin', get a real job, sell rocks or beg on the block, 106 & park, yo flow doesn't even look good in the dark, my flow is beautiful, they call it classical art, I streach out elastic marks, bet you start runnin' when the blastin' starts, got the 45 wit plastic parts, night vision and a laser scope, you might come up missin' cuz I push major coke, I don't spit bars, I spit chains and rope, cuz I'm loose like when it rains on soap, you carryin' a gun, come against me I hope brought more than one, otherwise yo life is done, I don't even need a gun, I stab yo ass with a knife and run, silly niggaz, better hope I don't get horny and feel these triggaz, pour yo brains out on the street like a 5th of liqour, don't come to me in a coupe cuz my 6 is bigga, put 7 thru yo roof and leave you wit stripes like tigga, but this ain't winnie the pooh, you so loser the only one not winning is you, say you the president, we'll you gettin' assassinated, get a present from a resident, i'm skeetin' on you like you gettin' masturbated, people don't like me i'm mass debated, no kids cuz my class is hated, don't know what I mean the you shit out of luck, cuz if you can't feel me, I hit you wit a truck, keep the flows goin' this is startin' to suck! what, get at me
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