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whatea
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couldn't match my battle spits' 'savin my saliva'.. you facin' a ridah, couldn't be a 'ghetto superstar' if you were 'playin wit mya'
gettin fucked like whoa... oh no, you 'bout to develop 'STDs', a 'steady tramautizing death'... 'cut off ya lifes chords' found in the internet... you'd say how much you envy me 'if you had any fucking breath'
you're easy to 'stomach' a 'slight irritation', give you 'butterflies' by a 'rash on your tummy'.. ain't it funny, to accept my battle invitation, this 'accident's gotta be much worse than some 'crash dummy'
i'll arrange your corpse if you don't change your course cuz i have body's lay on impact... rethink your mind a lot better than bush's failure in deciding to stay in Iraq
megosh megosh megosh, this is as much attention you'll get... you're logically a hater, honestly a faker... you against me?, you'll be six feet down quicker than the body of a undertaker...
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lol...
i dun curr, probably sucks..
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