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**-Skampoe-**
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U tryna battle, metalfist exits quick out ur gaping asshole,
My lyrical lasso hangs u from the tallest tower on your castle, With out any hassle, From here to El Paso or where ever it is u hide at, My hand on top of the gat yea we slide that, ur rhymes I write that My style u bite that My sniper Makin your spine crack from your Dick to where your minds at, My flow oxidize the metal wrapped on your fists, I create your demise when you have a go at battling this, JehovAllah Daprophett is god and you know I exist..... Peace. Improvised rhymes |
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