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Hitman
Join Date: Feb 2007
Posts: 425
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forget the comradery, tomfoolery,
fake rappers and they jewelry, i'm focused on the real threats, and what real men gone do to me, i got a buzz like a toaster in your jacuzzi, the fella's get jealous, so truthfully, my attic looking like al qaeda cave, with an arsenal from warheads to ak's, so fuck you if you try take me out, i'll have you whiter than coke today, like you snorted to death and choked, and it somehow assimilated into your system, stop goin at me, tryna get mine, must be out your mind, because the realness in you gets outshined, by the bitch in you, its like a fuckin bitches shrine, theres the line dont cross it, cos doing so causes, wars with, true soldiers that dont give a fuck, so let me ask you honestly, whats it gone be, the voices telling me, stop dwellin and kill him, but if you walk away they fade, like those high tops, from back in the day, |
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