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Apr 2014
if you come at me you be raedy to go
these my be you last day
i end you with my flow
before I throw a blow

I got that ice cold flow
these is the sprit of a killer
there is know one sicker
I live you so scared you think
your in thriller
just playing around
Marcus White
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Marcus White
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