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They call me blood when I **** the silence I got a pen on paper and a flow like violence I am so ill, I think I have a virus. I need to blow these spineless rappers out of my sinus Then I ate a sexist for breakfast and I got so sick I spit gay rights into texas. Rest in peace to all my ex's I've got em stacked like 20's in the trunk of my lexus. -r0
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Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC
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They call me blood when I **** the silence I got a pen on paper and a flow like violence I am so ill, I think I have a virus. I need to blow these spineless rappers out of my sinus Then I ate a sexist for breakfast and I got so sick I spit gay rights into texas. Rest in peace to all my ex's I've got em stacked like 20's in the trunk of my lexus. -r0
to be continued...
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Apr 25, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC
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