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This passion of mine is a craft I refine,
Words Clash and align then get graft into lines.
Disaster and crime get you blast with a nine,
Just for cash or a dime bet you castin' a sign.
Catch a casket you swine snatch a cask bit of wine,
Just for passin the time patch whats massed in the mind
Stayin fast in my grind bitch just ask you can find,
Gettin slashed from behind stitch your ass you're confined.
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