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outlandishness.. you aint spittin flame son, you fannin it check your memory, you ain't got enough ram in it your demise, i'm plannin it, your success, had a hand in it.. much more than a fan, my man, you's a Stan in it cuffing chicks, so mad when i ran in it it's a bet, i'm uncut, networks cannin it, disappear like the O'Bannons did, re-appear with cannons lit.. vicks, my dogs...i teach'em how to stand and sit.. flyness, check my eyelids, you'll see i ain't landing shit blemish your perfection like Manning did aiight then... quit misbranding me on a random trip, backseat, playing the Wii tandem twins, black jeep, playing sleep eyes frontin, cause i'ma die stuntin like Brandon Lee.. it's nothing..
say what!?!
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