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on that light catch me coming down the mountain with the combat knife so precise you could get your contact slice and the hands are quick you could get your jaw tapped twice your ship your brain no name lame the bites like kujo i'd rather masturbate to kathy bass and hit you flow and you know the misery it loves company spin them to the mat like one two three i emerge triumphantly he should be the least of your concerns when i speak with raw beaten beat not an easy draw like defeat and thaw your freeze they produce enough cheese to feed the poor my freeze so cold they lock behind I'm going to freeze the door. Frankie. Me, myself, and I is who I'm speaking for. Sprinkle dope across the verse. Shout to Shemikmoor. Catch me out in E-ball. City with a sweet horn. Try to photograph you. Nah, I take the detour.