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Jul 2015
I ****** thousands of rappers
Jus wit verses out of chapters
Of the wrath out the Masters
Bible
Its titled
Disciple
Of God
Against all odd
I crucify
All.rappers an then get baptized
Cant.stone me
They need to clown me
Cuz the angel atoned
From the seeds of jesus
So.i.reaped the beatings
Of my.savior
So savor
The real.kings of Egypt
Cuz we the chosen people
The devil need.you
To not believe in who
God
He deceives you
Underneath the roots
Is where.he resides
Until the darkness shall rise
Again
So this angel against
The world im storing treasures in heaven
Im God secret weapon
Protected
Kept it
Now im released
In.the belly of the beast
But i feast
An eat
My way out till peace
Vashawn Jackson
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Vashawn Jackson  illinois
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