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• Written by NASTYDOG
Who banging heads off vending machines
slanging the green in my part of the city
shit'll land ya six deep ya heard
only sticky gettin burned round here is this right herrr
get it huh well ya better
earn your keeps see these geeks walking down my street
I round em up and beat em to the concrete
spike em with my ball cleats only play for keeps
my world bitch you living a dream fiction fantasy
battle me geez you can't handle me think before you speak
T to the P you know me
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NASTYDOG
Member since January 4 2015