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"107 Diss #2"

By Arcassin Burnham Like I said, There is no need to hide Ripping out your entrails, Punished for your betrayal, You will prevail, To be an enemy of Mine, now thats pErfect grammar Cause I'm actuaLLY attending to care to diss you, The retarded unfit mother you are, You should be in the slammer, Your kids wouldn't miss you. Now Thats Perfect Grammar
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arcassin-burnham
28 / M
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Mar 4, 2015
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Told you :)

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#whore#bitch#never#cared#hellopoetry107#unfit#fakemother
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