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Jan 2013
always thought his word was an earwig,
never thought I could get stepped on like a twig
under his feet
don't need to be from the street
to know what it's like to write rhymes in the back seat.
cop car cruisin'
make a call with cuffs on
seeing me struggle gives the officer a *******.
Written by
Alex Muffin
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