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"Hey fuvktard what's up with you this fine day?"

"Any person in their right mind won't call me back, you know"

"Any person in their right mind won't curse some stranger over call"

"Well, i guess it's clear already, I got someone's number wrong"

"I guessed that much, the least you can do is fu**king apologise"

"Sure, keep dreaming"

"You sick batard"

"Slow your roll, feisty girl"

"Shut the fuck up and apologise"

"You are way demanding for your own good"

"I got the wild style, always been a foul child
My guns go poom-poom, and yo' guns go pow-pow"

"I'll make you sinc like the titanic
your fake your bionic
they call me the destroyer
am rapping am not an employer"


"You are just wasting your time
with your pathetic made up rhymes
so just crawl in your bed
cause that rap you just read
it left you on the floor practically dead"

"I hear you talkin' shit, bro you think you're the heat
Please bow down to defeat you're barely mince meat"


"Stop with the street talk, and start to do the street, walk
Lock yourself in and tell me this, how u
gonna battle with this sick shit that I spit bitch"

"Bish call me in in the evening tomorrow. I'll roast you like there's no tomorrow. No its not a rap I'm serious I've to go now."

"I don't take orders madafacka. Call me yourself if you're so desperate to talk to me"

Beep. Beep.
Call ended.

"Did she just... did she just hang up on me?"

"Ah, Yes she did" ;-;

"Ah, Yes she did" ;-;

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