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freestle


this right here is first class material

im on an killing spree like a serial

its a miracle gettin up from this lyrical smash

these are writings of viking

on poetical hiking trina reach the summit...

im in the league of poetic legends

you are a neophyte dont think you stand a chance

c4 verse aimed to blow your brains

feed my wolves the remains

i intend to make clothes with your skin

thats a victory sign ,its ritual practice for every win

habitual tactics clearing the field till its clean

 

 

something to flex my mind

i been having a writers block !

 

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