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wtf..^^
the jigs up, this kid sucks. Imp, don't boast again..
ya setups were so beat, i grabbed a mic an flowed over them
u tryin' to lose?.. ya whole shit was filler, lame 'n useless.
every other line you said was either played, or stupid..
ya need some work. plain an simple Imp, clowns get handled
I'll re-route ya organs,
to the point where they play sounds of piano's
you fake bitch, this ain't the burbs.. i'll slap ya lips to ya heels
fuck ya name.. under no circumstances would i call Impe, rial
i'm blunted, and give a fuck.. but homeboy ya dun
catch chin checks the size of ya unemployment ones..
eat a dick, ya shit was trash.. u'd have to pay for ranks
i'd venture to say ya losin' streaks, more then frank the tank
all i'm doin.. got shit to do
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