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Path to wealth (Slit page)
Okay now I'm on the page this my slit rage my pure insulted page I'm clearly not sane I'm clearly insane not the same thing im on my new page...okay okay spill my rage on this page with my rage going insane like eminem I kill niggas with my words that sound somewhat absurd...don't fuck with me unless u want a nigga to go ham like this is a deli I ain't no vegetarian so bring that beef bitch don't be giving me ya weak ass celery...I'm uncelibate when it come to rage the worlds greatest when it comes to getting a slit page...So let me set the stage...
I gonna get a knife slice my way threw strife cause anger and lay ruin to anguish to fuck with me is pure stupidity..I'll shut these niggas up like they pleading the fifth...if u try to stop me You'll never understand it... body's drop like dolls all ragged and rigged I kill them all in a smigent...bodies layed out in Halfs like little ass midgets.....I'm pure with my shit like 100%crack or dope....I kill niggas in the literal form also in physical...so stepping to me is a big NO...cuz this shit I don't take like a joke...like the nazis I'll cause and start my own holocaust....blood shed in the streets when u mess with a rap demon/ god...like semen I form new things new species I transform like optumis prime.....yet once u fuck with me I transform into the baddest deceptacon...cant see past my blazing lyrical fire so just go ahead slap your glasses on...I spit raw yoga fire call me master of tongue jutsu...I spit racial slurs at all my opponents... And I mean the type that'll make a nigga wanna come back and shoot u...but i got love for these niggas nobody can stop me I fear no man animal nor killer..cuz even if I'm dead or alive no one can stop me...no one can top me I'm straight up top shit this ain't the path to the young and the restless...it's the path to riches...so I put my middle fingers up full gun salute and shout keep ya drama bitch...I hope that helps quite the itch where done...

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