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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 8:22 am
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 8:23 am
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OK. listen closley cuz my bars are feeling cold and i wont fret to beat a ******** till he stops breathin, my bars are cold, i aint got no time for feelings, naw ******** cold u cud say dat my heart is freezing, ready to see ma foe bleedin and dere mothas greeving, i dont care i got a twisted mind just like a demon, dis is reality son, you are not dreamin, ******** u aint scarin me, NOT EVEN!, raised upon hatred never knew better, going round robbing people for there phones and cheddar, but up until now things havent got better and thats the primary reason why im still on the road still shottin dro still writing lyrics to mad flos cuz gang culture hasnt tought me jack s**t apart from gunz and crime and the lyrics i spit, i spitfire like the warplane n im the inocent round so listen up cuz u know dis s**t i spit is profound and ima goon so i dont ******** around wit u clownz!
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 8:24 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 6:10 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 8:24 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 8:30 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 8:32 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 8:36 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 8:44 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 8:04 am
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