woooow your weak..
lines pathetic, retarded, ya mind's genetics
fried 'n deaded, ya rhymin can find no credit
all that satalite crap, man this guy's pretendin
like his babbling raps is providin' lessons
they aint nothin but shit, like inside intestines
he aint fit, ill american size his metrics
spaced-out euro fuck fag got his mic mollested
ima show Em that priest aint a guy to mess with
when i gas up his rags lit alive in trenches
ima blacken his sky in the rising stenches
nw- paperclip
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