Savage lands are all thunder cunts
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Here's an interesting side note: I wrote this the day match ups were announced. I recorded the day match ups were announced.
i drop early he gasping. turn around and seen rapping
his record from scratch like DJ green lantern
he started to write, but came out a disaster
showed to his crew but their only advice was laughter
angered, thereafter his pen broke-- this mutherfucka gone and got pembroke'd; he's getting killed by his master
you stank ass with your text rhyming brother
its rock band on easy; I pass u with flying colors;
he wont even see a 2nd round posted up
cause fags who lose never return to vote for stuff
your crew will vote me, but fuck it they suck dick
must pop toy guns cause i only hear a weak clique
and i see nothing wrong with writing some weak shit
when tyrant's gone i'll think twice of my beat pick
cause it's impossible hes staying close to my pace
so pull a boogie dawg, don't post up just save face!