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Split Eight
There ain't a rap bone packed in this mac pro terror
His system blows when he spits flows like, Split Eight, oh wait, that's a 404 error
Your network of friends IP banned you from wherever they be sittin.
This cream cored faggot so addicted to the keyboard, he walks around with it, tryna ninja edit bad decisions
My bars got you screaming and yearning, so sound diets is what I intake,
Cuz there ain't no nutrition to be had from faggots the weight of split 8.
You're shit mate. I'm the Dali Lama mentally speaking.
You ain't enlightened skipping from 3 to 4 eyes, that's just my aura leavin Ya retinas weakened.