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Right, and exact, exactly refined, divine status, and shine
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Line livin', driven edge seat bewilderin'
Wildin' style an', mild psycho child
I might flow loud, or soft coughin'
Coffin' cuffed, luck runs a bluff
Tough scuffed, workin' stuff
Lurkin' huffed drunk, stunk blurred and stuff
I thunk heard as much, what?
Fuck, buckin' back-asswards
Clash hard then forget fast, tard
Massed sard-ines, Marine morphine fiends
Card Queens quit, Jack jumped the split
King seems ripped, crack Ace thumped and shit a brick
Hope you don't mind I sorta jumped in on the last word in your line and threw in my own kind of shit. I thought that one line of yours was fucking tight as fuck. Whole verse was pretty nasty. Nice shit dude. Glad I popped back in on this shit.