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The Mr. Hanky of TPWW
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Whether fighting or spitting,
My discipline is unforgiving, Got you backing up in the defensive position, An ass kicking anthem, Heavyweight or bantam holding camps for ransom, The microphone phantom. Teams hit the floor the this new fight joint Like a broken needle kid you missing the point We dominate your conference with offence that's no nonsense My theme song hits, get your reinforcements We strike quick with hard kicks ducking nightsticks Bare knuckle myths who fight pits, Beat you lifeless never survive this You forgot like Old timers Two faced rappers walk away with four shiners, The raw rhymer, turning legends to old timers My incisors is like a viper biting through you one liners New "Dead man Inc." and we about to make you famous Taking over earth and still kick it in Uranus |
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The 2 Cunts Are Gone
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The 2 Cunts Are Gone
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dude i cant harrass you, your forgetting one important thing. . . suckin on my balls |
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