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Groupie
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native for life and i don't trust full blooded white folks
white people are the devil that's why i say blood for life but i'm gonna be strapped wads of cash 3 inches thick all hundreds eminem is a rich little ***at i'm a psychopath i'll afro him above my head and drop him so fast on my knee and break his back i got no love for ***ats i'm a bad boy i'm 6"8 my chest is like a rock stiff 3hundred 30 pounds no body fat you broke punk motherf(((( r you probly look just like he man |
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Bright F*cking Red
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^Was that supposed make any sense....?
Trust me....If you're such a "buff bad boy" go work at a *** strip club. You'll make far more there than you will rapping. Take my advice...and quit while you're ahead. (.......or............just quit?)
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How'd I end up here to begin with? I don't know. Why do I start what I can't finish? Oh please, don't barrage me with questions to all those ugly answers. My ego's like my stomach- it keeps shitting what I feed it. But maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore.. maybe I can wait in bed 'til she comes home. and whispers.... Quote:
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Bright F*cking Red
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^Isn't it? I love noobz.
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How'd I end up here to begin with? I don't know. Why do I start what I can't finish? Oh please, don't barrage me with questions to all those ugly answers. My ego's like my stomach- it keeps shitting what I feed it. But maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore.. maybe I can wait in bed 'til she comes home. and whispers.... Quote:
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Groupie
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hey get the hell out of my face
i can do flips and land on my feet 8 inch barrel pointed to go through the brain stem and cortex .38 2 of these guns in my pance one in in my pocket and one in a holster underneath on my side 14 inch sawed off all block slugs 1 and a half inch thick holes the size of donuts you a funny suburben kid driving suburban down south side some dude runs with an ak47 shoots you in the head pulls drags your 10 second dead body out of the car and your head hits the ground blood and brains falling out of yo head and he takes your car and gets his mob on while i'm smoking a fat blunt with guerrilla's and we's gonna rap and stack bundles of 100 dollar bills we got 80 mill |
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Bright F*cking Red
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How'd I end up here to begin with? I don't know. Why do I start what I can't finish? Oh please, don't barrage me with questions to all those ugly answers. My ego's like my stomach- it keeps shitting what I feed it. But maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore.. maybe I can wait in bed 'til she comes home. and whispers.... Quote:
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