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Spitting fire


Kill music, so sick i bite boobies, i like hoodies and action movies that have good scenes Fuck a love song, i listen to heavy metal, hiphop and watch porn all day now tell me is that wrong don't need your opinion, You fucking minion cut you up, dice u, slice u feed you to my dogs Light a cigarette, pour gasoline on my dogs Burn em alive while you inside smoke something strong, The unforgettable murder Unpredictable dawn of a new error Mayday mayday, he's taking our spot, coming up hot the new product of pom, B E N J I, busting up in 8mile, he's got this whole shit on lock down, wears no crown but a king to these clowns, my vocals so numb delivering fire sipping rum, you say you studied the art of rap, i heard your last shit it was full of crap, here's a map, take it with you, find your grave and go and write something new, something fresher than you Oohh what you say? You better than who? Naahh you see I'm 2 steps ahead of you, the grim reaper in this game, with killer verses not lame, bumblebee stinging em, killing em, you feeling em and you not listening but you hearing em Cause i brings fire with me every time i be spitting em
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Brownie_Umbreon
You can cut me up. (I enjoy blade play)

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