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BRADLEE DISS
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ANOTHER DUMB f*** LOSES
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Peak #6,145
Peak in subgenre #229
Author
The Diceman
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January 23, 2009
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MP3 1.4 MB, 128 kbps, 1:34
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Who wan be sum bad boy, to come up with sum Ignorant, wanna be gangsta Bullshhit? Me tell NO LIES If ya want me Pop it Push it. Mob Boss to Fakers,Yellow up like Lakers Leave em BlAZE UP Like Jamaica Now, BRADLEEEEE... Mon Ya know dat me guna go Nasty,me cold Soldier but nah FREEZE Cuz me nah fraid of no police. PIG PIECES, Guns like Jesus, BIG Boom Sticks Leave ya holy when ya feel it. and dont get me confused with Mr.Bob Marely We hardly da same man, him suffer from Chronic AHN Dats it mon him only like ta puff it, me dangerous substance Me nah have ta smoke it. Bare Hand when me chokeN, Boy ya muz be jokn, Me sum Hard up Raggamuffin..`10 commondments can be broken, me sum, 4 leaf clover Smokn Rip yer girl up--- YA MUST BE JOKN, ROLL IT LIKE HULK HOGAN!! Rasta Mufasa the Mobsta MAH-STA Leave ya Freak out MEET Balls like Pasta. Eatchew up like LOBSTA, RED like the same, Blood stain'N da place,like Andrew Hurricane. (YA/YA) Me insane when me speakn, Bring Pain when me eatN, feed me one reason, to letcha Heart GWAN beatn. Tis not yer season, To make a Dread Lock chop ya Head off, leave ya in this Dark Bushes!
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