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my verse is sent as well, farewell, to the flesh, the air swell to the breath, of a cryptkeeper, burn like infested pussys with a dickseeker, blast bass outta rick speaker, gas face, outta space, shit leaker, grim spit reaper, with a black hoody, distract woody-wood-pecker, ima goody-good hector camacho, inspect ya poncho, no describing the pain u in, other then sayin when u piss it feel like its raining men...not my verse, just flowin, i hit ya inbox
Let me sport my Air Hyperbole 2010s in peace. (c) ansomble
Building repetoires (c) spm since 1983
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