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[mimic truce]

c'mon man.

[mimic truce]

you a teething bitch, get you belly open split like the rushed in olympic gate
ill burst your shit sheathing hate, and have this kid breathing late like ashtma patients
with a pump i stripped and tossed quick to sink in the lake
fuck what you think, its at stake, like a vampire chick with a clit the size of a dick
trying to get seen with me on a sickning date
ill change your voice in pitch, n make it screek off the reek and cliff
and hit you harder than the rock and sling from your own mothers thong panty thing
get a bong and smoke till your mode's n-sync, im cold with stings,
i make it feel like the herpes on brains, and let it clog on cortex if he raps or sings
go home and take knaps with chinks, n hope thatll close the eyes on your kids
cos i swing life past your lids, and black you out faster than jay-z's album ends