Free Agent.
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Let's stretch it a bit.
..Recovering from sad quarters, death is in the premise. Let's entitled these shots your present essence with mal loaders. If ‘‘Losing's your smell’’ Bang'em ‘‘Ureka foul stench’’ like discovering bad odors.
Hmm no, I'll rather use simple.
This guy duck's and falls, his characteristics are changing this man's weight to shady then slim.
Im getting the win, ‘‘Prah a virgin to second rounds’’ it must be that little bit of Mcgrady in him.
It's blantly fitted, Im ‘‘blending this fool’’ actually with his blood on top make it a split.
I won't take from your gift but even if ‘‘wheel say; land ahoy there’’ he still couldnt steer to anchor a hit.
Your sound is awful, it's lucid scripts, that'll vacate your thoughts and really make you lose it bitch.
Truth is your ‘‘Beholding doom in your hands’’ like buying underground music disk.
Your blasted verses are getting ashed from grave, You spit once, I'll get valid with rage.
Now get smack'd in your cage cause ‘All was well, until you opened your mouth’ similar to Palin on stage.
Im eating flesh and your knees dog, your thesis of righteous text just seems wrong.
Try to leap dog, cause when talking of ‘‘collabing with you, nobody will show’’ like your topic on Theme songs.
..Im a beast kid, Im eating this mexican raw, yes Im a fucking cannibal holmes.
This be your last wish, This emcee dope? ‘‘false hope, he's lion den’’ without humans inhabiting animal homes.
..Let's grip techs, Iron posted too hit your split necks with Prahspekt leading them to his dick next.
With a dirty glass of oppurtunity? well ‘‘lab's won't boost a geek's victory’’ the way Prah won't ‘‘Win, dex’’.
..I'll rip this poser in two, ‘‘you stay on Mob's nut's’’ did you partake with a dosage of glue
Your pathethic Prah? This ‘‘pranker has smelled his lack of success’’ cause we all ‘‘Nose, you a fool’’.
Right b4 da break, it was a personal with a link but I dont got 15 post yet, so...it is a personal if you need the link.
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