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fuck it, i can care less if this cat show's up or not.......
my family tree is royalty, imagine atreyu taking my spot.....
i got forever long dick, for your never ending story......
i catch the win, you injected with IV'S, sometype of glory........
you wanna ride wild thoughts of imaginations.......
like beating me is possible, or gun shot's not leaving you a hospital patient.....
son you is odd, why don't you switch your screen name up....
i ain't got much adivce to give you except a mutha fuck.....
you and your whole crew, matter of fact your mom's 2....
i would say your daddy, but the test say's i might be some kin to you...
it's the beretta nicca flashing the cannon from the curb.....
while your watching football games and real balla's flippin the bird....
clip empty
hate to waste verse.
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...Cassanova Storm niccuh shoot to kill.........
What up blood? (buck!), What up cuz (buck!), What up blood(buck!), What up Gangsta!!!!...... - 50
"see, I don’t need to front more, beyond holy, u don’t want war
stole Christ’s crown of thorns and display it proudly on my front door" - Headless verseman
.........naw your ain't at a lost for word's, you just lost you herb, to cassanova storm the beretta...dam right for the birds.......
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