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U aint my trouble old man, u a dead meat/
L.A.W.S rockets,propellin faster than sluggs hoppin gauges 4rom ma train of thoughts biscuits/ Dont test me!,i have a temper fit 4 a God/ ill pull out yoh damn heart and feed it 2 ma dogs/ there are limts 2 ma patience lyk treatments given 2 a physchatric patient/ ma lyrics potray a razor sharp whip/ capable of flickin off your nose,ears,and privates/ handling dem back 2 yah b4 u knew dey were gone/ 4uck u cuz u hurtin me/ its all bout war am stalkin/ motha-fucka keep yoh groin duckin canon,propellin 4rom diverse angles slang bangin aiming 4 yoh anus/ b***h 'TURKEY' u git ripped 4 nothin/no reason,i beat yoh ass all season/
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