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Mar 2015
Sit down, an buckle that belt

Take a ride on the moon sand and magic felt, yow!

I'll bet your feeling wild and free like a dear pelt

Dat be true but yo some moe gold for me to smelt , cool!


Yeee, this is called a real sick one ,

Don't fight back or ima gonna flick one ,, slang!

Just like that I'm gonna turn back and attack

Gonna roll with my rap and Neva look back



I'm cool, and the bast rep per to ever exist I **** all other rappers
Fight me
Slickest, nastiest, dope it's rhyme to evr exist,,,, explosions
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