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it's been 2 weeks
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rhymes shine like lights off of pieces of ice. my speech is precise, slice like telekinesis in fights. rhymes reaches heights of beacons and satellites. what man can scan venus and find pieces of mics? my fetus type was genius like. spit with the speed of light, strike in the night, strip you of your adidas stripes. you see this indy white 'cause you couldn't be this tight. i'ma torture your wife while my fist squeezes the vice which unleashes the spikes, brains, leeches and mice right on the beaches in spice till she screeches with fright. the meanest to recite reaches for the weakest device, and releases to the people saying "JESUS HE'S NICE."
-apathy
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