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Feb 8
Stormzy, more like bad lyrics
in a teacup, scream that your
street, but you brush of the
norm and drive around like
you better, than the bros that really
                      live and die on the street.

But you more receded than your
                hair line..

finking you know what the lyrics
you spill really mean.

But you faker than
          your forehead botoox
   that don't mean what you spill...

Like you lyrics..

                           That are like a bag
of scrabble spilt on the floor,
   disorganized sentences that
                                      mean nothing..

Making sentences that don't even flow,
         A desert flows smother than your


rhyme..

you faker than a Kardashian, but cheaper..
this is a parody no offence is meant..
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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