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goes to slaughterhouse beat, will be recorded if i can find beat
Spyder gone for good and fell off, who say
Text artists comin fake off the top rockin a toupee.
Lyrics to split a wig, my flow Rogaine
Here to murder the no name joe blows with no game
This is what you get when u mix match tips, propane
A son of bitch whose spits just to throw flames.
What I mean is I’m back with the fire back on the scene
packin passion, desire Florida ballin turn my ‘magic to heat’.
forget the gat and the lean be respectin this piece
an infectious disease with a gut for gluttony next at the feast
heres a check for the lease im back to battle cats that was askin for me/
about this rap im gettin proactive, avril lavigne
with low blows like laxatives, trashin ya jeans.
beats my bitch, I charlie sheen if u battle my team
whether I decapitate or dicaprio, attackin ya dream.