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Mar 2017
When I was working on robotics certain ******* wouldn't touch me
Started rapping over beats n now these ******* wanna **** me.
****** use 2 try 2 jump me
Throw they bullets
Try 2 rush me
So i gotta couple pistols
Let a ***** try 2 touch me agh.
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Im not the problem im the product n the answer
All this hate is so contagious
Its malignant as some cancer
****** putting on a show
Might as well go b a dancer
I remember being happy wit Doritos n a Fanta
Hah
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I love 2 **** wit quiet girls n gangster *******
Loves a double bladed sword
N my heart is fulla stitches
Get rich or die trying
Written by
Muyi  Hell(Chicago)
(Hell(Chicago))   
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