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my atempt at rap

don't give me that shit
lookin at me like i'm without wit
you don't understand where i'm commin from
but when i'm in my car you know where i'm commin from
i can talk alot but an't shit said
but your the one sayying all that shit mamma like he didn't have his med(s)
you look in discust but you wouldn't ever fuck with me
i godda cold heart but the bed is colder
my souls alot older
my tempper is always a smolder
so don't put gas cuz when you front theres liable to be a clash
you bring your friends and find out i'm not that soft so go smoke ya hash
i ride a hopptie with alota bass
but if you starten shit look as my waist
i always ride ready rifle in the trunk and more if ya expected
so leave me alone before ya dead and i'm arrested
because catch me on the wrong day and an't nobody gonna through shit my way
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