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05-04-2016, 09:31 PM
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Saul Paul
Join Date: Jan 2013
Location: remote location with a remote weapon station
Posts: 6,398
Battle Record: 16-26
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I came to cook, stop frontin wit them dangerous looks
you land punches? I send drones to your crib, listen baby..you shook you fuckin wit Master!, I stay dumpin, the pump come with the tractor shells single you out and circle you, and it aint an personal ad in the paper for bachelors I'll have yah wig laid out, like it's a fuckin relaxer and go to war with your bitch....when I fuck her under the mattress I'm the main fuckin attractor, I will damage yah skull fuck yah bars talkin bout how you ride with machines, it's all mechanical bull I'd out Trump you in any setting, voters will all say that Chyeahh owned him plus I'm fly off the toupe, and I aint talkin bout when the winds blowing I'll freestlye over beats with rigor, why don't u geeks remember the metaphor meat and potatoes you're lyrically freakin eaten an expired chicken tender dinner...with dentures my blade will have yah ass leaking your insides like a smashed penyata and we'll all see BA holler @ A minor like Afrikkka Bambatta the way you space yah lines makes me think you write in orbit, you're fuckin wack fam so since you like pair a grafhs so much, take these punches from these 2 Black Hands muh name Chyeahhh ya'll
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