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"Busted Lips (Pm Diss)"

By Arcinder I selling everything, Without seeing pore mistakes perish, Ill even sell my soul to see yall die, And leave your loved ones, Making lame ass people look stupid, I really cherish, Especially fake made up raps, You can't even cope on, Y'all pathetic, Where y'all courage, I don't see non, I don't see non, Dis man trying to see me in the shower, I'll be waiting with a gun, Now that's real lyricism, Please no more school drop outs, If it ain't respect, I'll make you tap out, Come give my ass a kiss, Give me something I can laugh bout, Busted lips, Blood leaking, Can't tell, But the devil trying to temp me, Killed dash and doc and lis and ta, Where the fucks the rest, I got an audience to look after, I ain't fucking stress, Y'all must be scare to come to impress, Y'all make me laugh, Just chilling with Melanie, She might not join the conflict, Different story when it comes to me, Hahhahahahahahaahahhahahahh
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arcassin-burnham
28 / M
Published
Sep 27, 2014
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40·170
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fuck the mafia

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