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Rik Da Roofaima murder him with this line, like no ones heard of him its fine, cuz when im done with him no one will see him or knownwere hes coming from, like i made evreyone blind, you best off saving your lines for when charlie sean comes over sober for the first time, and yells Were the coke at and them slimey bitches who anerexic looking like a coat rack, i need to snort more out they but crack, let em squirt on me then bust back, nowma days cant trust rap, its full of young junkys who bust scabs, drive foriegn while i cab and use my buss pass, drive a bike if i had one, learned myself cuz i never had a dad son, was a kid a fat sad one, who attacked fags who use act dumb, use to have pascience now ima loose screw who needs to be tightend, grab a rench or two, cuz people are starting to get frightind, to me thats cool, to tou thats crule, my friends think its exicting, have no friemds there fore i send strikes of lighting, on all you dykes who are on ya bikesbiking, get ya tires slashed when im knifing have your fat ass walking or hitch hiking, see you in my mirror as im passing the enterstate trying to get to my location but ends up being 10 minutes late i cant see the picture, maybe the mirror is clearer, time to reformulate these raps update, even the stats, take over rap unsober leave and never come back, just to make it great, and leave a n ouder, do what i belive and take the chip up off my shoulder with eeze, still burns but eezy as lemons being squeezed, but you have an inabilatiy to use your creativity, your brains in a drug filled facility, the bugs killed ya blood cells, thats why rap with no enegry, cannot build or ever be friends with me, no would like me if i won a nobel, even if i get rich, now they mention me. but for now im broke so frohet rick, hah ya tellin me, so to told my tracks to go sell, did j mention I use to be bit quite quiot n shy, when you guys were still a bitch , now im wild and have an intention on having a mutherfucker die, just dont kill the kids i wonder why i talk to i to much, im crazy a canabal il habe u guys for lunch, you girls pussy for super do dont push me, when im on all these uppers, smoke sum weed get the munchies then eat all the cookies, then all of the lunch meat And drank all the fruit wait dont punch me, il hqve these mumble Par goofs squad on they way to jump me, Fuckin bastards made me spell Rap backwords in my own country, fuckin fags go blow off donald trumpy, in the front seat of your whip as you show off onit i hope u n himm fall off his like humptydumpty, wait till ya main thangs see me tryna fuck me cuz i aint tatted up ugly, i dont want the hoe you know she want me for my looks d and my money, as u see its funny real rap Bring it back bring it back, like saving ya grandma from a heart attack, itl be amazing and when im done theyl ask how hard was that, was it boring or fun, i dunno what ive done just slayed some tracks, played with words instead of math, got a dictonary in my head, is it a fairy tale i dunno hope dont put you fuckers to bed on my first record sale, that will make my pecker pale, have to fuck some homless bitch first i have to check her scales, then taker to eat some boneless ribs, after words watch a movie with christain bale, have to postpone the blitz, session chuz im geussin, you stressin have some issues at home you need to be fixing, but i will bone untill that pssy is bleedin, squrtin shit i know u vergin, and you know my words slurin, but i dont want you gone and missin, thats leads me to taking proscriptions that probobly wont kick in from all the times, i was silent like a mime and got my head kicked in, but no listend, Like me now im senile, to these gangster childs who act wild, have em smacked ye call up my bro kyle, get away with no trial,
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ima murder him with this line, like no ones heard of him its fine, cuz when im done with him no one will see him or knownwere hes coming from, like i made evreyone blind, you best off saving your lines for when charlie sean comes over sober for the first time, and yells Were the coke at and them slimey bitches who anerexic looking like a coat rack, i need to snort more out they but crack, let em squirt on me then bust back, nowma days cant trust rap, its full of young junkys who bust scabs, drive foriegn while i cab and use my buss pass, drive a bike if i had one, learned myself cuz i never had a dad son, was a kid a fat sad one, who attacked fags who use act dumb, use to have pascience now ima loose screw who needs to be tightend, grab a rench or two, cuz people are starting to get frightind, to me thats cool, to tou thats crule, my friends think its exicting, have no friemds there fore i send strikes of lighting, on all you dykes who are on ya bikesbiking, get ya tires slashed when im knifing have your fat ass walking or hitch hiking, see you in my mirror as im passing the enterstate trying to get to my location but ends up being 10 minutes late i cant see the picture, maybe the mirror is clearer, time to reformulate these raps update, even the stats, take over rap unsober leave and never come back, just to make it great, and leave a n ouder, do what i belive and take the chip up off my shoulder with eeze, still burns but eezy as lemons being squeezed, but you have an inabilatiy to use your creativity, your brains in a drug filled facility, the bugs killed ya blood cells, thats why rap with no enegry, cannot build or ever be friends with me, no would like me if i won a nobel, even if i get rich, now they mention me. but for now im broke so frohet rick, hah ya tellin me, so to told my tracks to go sell, did j mention I use to be bit quite quiot n shy, when you guys were still a bitch , now im wild and have an intention on having a mutherfucker die, just dont kill the kids i wonder why i talk to i to much, im crazy a canabal il habe u guys for lunch, you girls pussy for super do dont push me, when im on all these uppers, smoke sum weed get the munchies then eat all the cookies, then all of the lunch meat And drank all the fruit wait dont punch me, il hqve these mumble Par goofs squad on they way to jump me, Fuckin bastards made me spell Rap backwords in my own country, fuckin fags go blow off donald trumpy, in the front seat of your whip as you show off onit i hope u n himm fall off his like humptydumpty, wait till ya main thangs see me tryna fuck me cuz i aint tatted up ugly, i dont want the hoe you know she want me for my looks d and my money, as u see its funny real rap Bring it back bring it back, like saving ya grandma from a heart attack, itl be amazing and when im done theyl ask how hard was that, was it boring or fun, i dunno what ive done just slayed some tracks, played with words instead of math, got a dictonary in my head, is it a fairy tale i dunno hope dont put you fuckers to bed on my first record sale, that will make my pecker pale, have to fuck some homless bitch first i have to check her scales, then taker to eat some boneless ribs, after words watch a movie with christain bale, have to postpone the blitz, session chuz im geussin, you stressin have some issues at home you need to be fixing, but i will bone untill that pssy is bleedin, squrtin shit i know u vergin, and you know my words slurin, but i dont want you gone and missin, thats leads me to taking proscriptions that probobly wont kick in from all the times, i was silent like a mime and got my head kicked in, but no listend, Like me now im senile, to these gangster childs who act wild, have em smacked ye call up my bro kyle, get away with no trial,
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