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Originally Posted by Strikta
Word up I've been an undercover junkey of Gamble proportions.
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Facts is facts, your life is tough. Strik stays on the corner getting heated,
You gamble with your life every day…and admitted to doing more drugs than he did.
3:10 to Yuma’s a good wild-west flick, cowboys they shoot and they drink,
While 3-10 to Strikta is a reason to stop watching the NFL and chug what’s under the sink.
You’re a redneck, deadbeat dad. I didn’t know that life could get so lame,
Eddie can pay me $20 to regain his dignity…but there’s no dollar amount for you to do the same.
Timmy the wiggy, you’re just an african wannabe and always up to no good,
But one punch’ll leave you in the dark…yet you’d use that to claim you’re from a black neighborhood.
Strikt’s gonna be a good dad, even though his baby-mom’s is a whore,
That’s a sound argument…but even he can see that you’re raising a child that isn’t yours.
How many times did you say you’d write for Fall Brawl? It’s honestly sad,
Trust I’ll fill you with shells….cause unlike you I actually deliver on my promise of mags.