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sumthin quick for mista murder
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just a quick shoutout mista murder.... sumthin quickly scribbled... hahahahahhahahahahah no i do not wanna battle you but if u wanna wax lyricle tracks go ahead n shoot back haha
hardcore freestyle punchline lucifer
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Hardcore rap. technical rhymes, deep shit, the illest sh*** - period. G-Mo! Gangsta Emotive,
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Genre
Hip-Hop Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #10,675
Peak in subgenre #1,600
Author
Me
Rights
Mine
Uploaded
June 09, 2007
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MP3 1.9 MB 128 kbps 2:02
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aiight faggot cmon u call me a fake indian bitch? u claim ur a crip but it seems ur only livin for dicks up ur ass, diohreah lube, dildos dispatch shit but u suck so much cock that ur rappin with rashed lips shitty tactics, hide ur name, develop a bebo kick weak rap shit n run so nobody'll see you thats a weak move, i dont even have to defeat you, im ill like spastics and u will neva be equal im lethal to people who wanna gallop around a talented clown who wants to try challenge my crown Talk smack on me? n get kudos for ur hard shit, then keep it hidden like queer pornos on ur hard disk, wanna rap with chris bitch? i see the facts simplistic most of your fuckin fans are wearin chaps n lipstick drawins at sevo, i think its a bit late for that kid. see u was e-mailin about dinner dates with faggots see he spat first pullin rhymes out his taro cash purse no skills so i laugh at readin that whack verse see this isnt beef this is really sumthin else a cry for help tryna make a fuckin name for urself freeze lightning, spit fast i take ur writin lightly talkin shit likely butll never murk emcees like me gimme the respect that i earnt n stop reppin ur turf its a emcee battle our only weapon is words homosexual acts? ok lets mesure ur raps several are whack u aint even level with cats talkin holocoust i spit flame on ur front door when u die hear applause make u wish u had of talked spit face 2 face but id fucking leave ur skull burnt no herb ur shit wont hurt, quiet, go finish ur homework i dont know you ill leave the bones chewed of ur whole crew dont make me really write shit next time and expose you
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