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05-23-2013, 08:28 PM
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deep in my roots, its about to get physical...
im just speaking the truth, its going down by the ticket oak see, i eat wheaties with prunes til my bowels go in intervals Z, dude, you reading the rules? bogus clowns get shitted on fuck you, its sun tzu. gunning out the sun roof of my civic bro ya front view, pumped thru. son you'll get killed wit subliminals i tried to come smooth and stay chilled but these bullets cold blaster beams splitting yo anatomy, so relax ya team spiritual it's travesties in general and it's all happening, happily in digital catastrophes' on behalf of crafty me, makes this tragedy pitiful im a master b, actually, master p, amassing keys w/ no limit tho swagging wit ya faculty splattered on my graphic tee, fixing dope you faggot weak, fashion week, rapping sweet in bitches clothes
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