People say I cAnt rap
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I'm sick of tried of people say I can't rap I can't spit harsh lyrics but they had me wrong at the thought I Rot the core but my live is death weighting to happen the books of passed my thought the ride of death has gain my thought the knives are in my knees so deep it begins to hurt with pain it gains so fast it dazzling I'm surprise I hold the rapps in for so long I know where just getting started I begin to run laps around the ground I just sit back and relax I'm chill as ice I'm so cold the ice become nitrogen then oxygen I'm still in pain now I cast the pain of death of bends of the ends of books I look one then twice now I stop no I go on just kidding I go on the raps just keep on spilling out I kid around then like venom just soak some up
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