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Oct 2014
Mess with me
Your his story
lowered down
I'm the sickest around
Pound for pound
Imma triple crown
Puting these cats down
These haters frown
I break'em then I
strip'em down
Like scrap metal
I compound
My mind limitless bound
Spit faster than sound
My hommies don't play that
Don't mess with clowns
In their cap and gowns
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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   beth fwoah dream
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