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Post by defflow on Feb 2, 2011 10:36:08 GMT -5
I got the title belt from fightin hell, I got the upper wealth/ Death knocked at my door I told em to fuck himself/ They struck by the bluffs they erupt when they puffin L's/ Livin off change cause they aint worth nothin else/ Oh im so sorry, are ya displeased with me?/ I succeed from the weed cut cleaner swiss cheese/ I fight the world alone holdin on burnin coals/ You call that a crew? Yall aint nothin but a circus show/ My character is influenced from intents in my synthesis/ When my sixth sense send a blitz you aint harder than a pickle, bitch/ I got guns for you in every place you decide to run to/ I learned war from experience but still respect Sun Tzu/ I pick apart a pistol to learn the tool to fix you/ They say they sick so imma fix em quicker than chicken soup/
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