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My pen is a gift, I blend to this, I break necks when I state, I’ve been sent to diss, the fake trends you portray, of when to quit, the bender sits-on a the end of it, I paint pain in a vision, the same condition to take aim when I’m spitter, detain the kid in, I’ve been trained, flamed-in the place you claim, ashame its the face of basic decaying, a waste flow, taste my blows, i chase-days to spit to let the gays to know, replaced with this still a ways to go, so don’t be scared to distance-compare my show, mini scenes, best to dream, in, skinny jeans in request to fiend, will he clean-I’m guessing keen he’s just, billy Jean in depressing teams Attacks on, blast the bomb, the bastards a fake I’ve been classed a don, I catch on, the task I drawn, the bastards a fake I’ve been classed a don x2 #sb8 @barztanezmelee163hp