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Sit down, an buckle that belt Take a ride on the moon sand and magic felt, yow! I'll bet your feeling wild and free like a dear pelt Dat be true but yo some moe gold for me to smelt , cool! Yeee, this is called a real sick one , Don't fight back or ima gonna flick one ,, slang! Just like that I'm gonna turn back and attack Gonna roll with my rap and Neva look back I'm cool, and the bast rep per to ever exist I **** all other rappers Fight me
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Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 9:51 AM UTC
A real sick one
Sit down, an buckle that belt Take a ride on the moon sand and magic felt, yow! I'll bet your feeling wild and free like a dear pelt Dat be true but yo some moe gold for me to smelt , cool! Yeee, this is called a real sick one , Don't fight back or ima gonna flick one ,, slang! Just like that I'm gonna turn back and attack Gonna roll with my rap and Neva look back I'm cool, and the bast rep per to ever exist I **** all other rappers Fight me
Slickest, nastiest, dope it's rhyme to evr exist,,,, explosions
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Mar 2, 2015 at 9:51 AM UTC
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