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TeddiBee (no login) Posted Sep 22, 2004 6:25 PM
Fake thugs TAlkin bout muder plots and sellin drugs,thinkin they freddy kruger,when actual they anothin but bed bugs,wantin cats to tuck em in snug,Only in they mind they feel invincable,think they capable of takin slugs,talkin about sprayin clips,unload reload, in between reloadin get hit and get killed,sit back pray and watch ya blood spill,now ya body starts to chill,ya walkin towards the white light,yeah thats right death comin for ya,yarap carrers over don't touch the mic
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