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I ***** that cold spit on this hot terrain... My subzero degree waves smash like glaciers and make ice parades I'm hype like I smoked that right and when left instead I will **** you and myself I simply knife gernades My flows bomb-tastic When I spit, your temple sizzles from my splashed acid. I periodically pummel phonies in masses Reverberations reveal Reactions. My devilish grin shows satisfaction Am lyrically chemically unbalanced My lyrics ripple wild with drizzles of stylish accent. I double dribble with the sound of pistols and stick back flips.. You fiddle skittles, blow like tea kettles an kiss assess My classic rip will make your brain flip like gymnastic tricks I'm gone like acid trips This is levitation no magic trick Verbal constipation my massive **** My words are pinpointed so accurate I'm there and gone I'm oxygen.
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Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 11:49 AM UTC
There & Gone
I ***** that cold spit on this hot terrain... My subzero degree waves smash like glaciers and make ice parades I'm hype like I smoked that right and when left instead I will **** you and myself I simply knife gernades My flows bomb-tastic When I spit, your temple sizzles from my splashed acid. I periodically pummel phonies in masses Reverberations reveal Reactions. My devilish grin shows satisfaction Am lyrically chemically unbalanced My lyrics ripple wild with drizzles of stylish accent. I double dribble with the sound of pistols and stick back flips.. You fiddle skittles, blow like tea kettles an kiss assess My classic rip will make your brain flip like gymnastic tricks I'm gone like acid trips This is levitation no magic trick Verbal constipation my massive **** My words are pinpointed so accurate I'm there and gone I'm oxygen.
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Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 11:49 AM UTC
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