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• Written by Nyan_Rapper
Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.
At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses
I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface
Dial up words but they're not in service
My homeboy brave he annoy brothers so he in grave like others
Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus
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Nyan_Rapper
Member since January 17 2017