assorted freebars added, dem.barz/taco.6locc as ewll
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lemme get those tacos im talkin taco tactics
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not here to rock hoes, im here to rocc raccets
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pull up wit a sticc, gimme yo tacos bitch
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pole be swangin ready to push(@ditch, YOU);
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taco no bell, fucc a taco nobel prize
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ain't made the guap grow swell, but i stock nem shells high
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fucc u pay me siggy go boink for da late fee
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parab3llum 2 da cereb3llum if you trynna fade me
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milly rocc on a cocc we run dis ipblocc
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taco glocc a opp gank his guac bitch i got the sauce
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sauce god, call me the sauce substrate
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got dat dripp dat make these lamers lose they face
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u ain't on that savage diurnal
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till they trynna unshit the urinal
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punishment ain't change shit, the damage incurable
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Memory da key to life eternal
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void main() { [life <= deAlloc ] && return NULL; }
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it ain't quite somethin sempiternal
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but u can simp on the infernal
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limp cos da drip, im dat absurdist colonel
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i forgot the pattern that was set, ain't it great
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short term memory commit charge stay wit da weight
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malformed and nonstandard madness
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str8 pushin deez ugly lil paccets
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every map lyin about the terrain it covers
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only stompin thru da mud makes real brothaz
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paradigm shift i need a taco in this bitch
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barbacoa or even jus beans and cheese, shit
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accoutrement improve the texture, flippin bits
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taste buds transition at a greater rate n commit
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da catne da queso, muy fuerte cos i say so
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la cucuy veniendo and she catry dat muerte
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debeos rendiros, provide da taco fore paco detenerte
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finna double tap to confirm i get da salsa pacc
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smokin on a opp and chewin on da fat
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street taco stats on max, queso fresco keep it trufax
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consume every last tortilla i get in my grasp
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filled 2 da brim wit taste to break da masque
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u take my shit imma finna buss out wit da casque
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it protect ya whole body from the need to last
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no elements to be exposed to no decay
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a helmet for ya soul, first step to a betta place
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void can't replace but it sure do erase
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null pointer danglin from an opp who broke face
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talkin bout tacos jus a beaner sandwich
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man get the stocc ho, bullets too good for a snitch
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yea it a sandwich but shit be so much mo
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peep god when i finna wrap dis bitch slow
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roll it up so i can smash on the go
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ain't got time to lurk where they ain't know
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monster size taco, im sippin on yo blocc tho
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strippin off the rough edges and im finna knoc yo
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top ho off for her jewelry, no roccs in da socc so
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im finna fiend for mo tacos if u ain't know
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drown u in sour cream cos i aint bout that shit
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river of curdled cream can you keep up now? jus quit
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anotha oppa detached, no sweat broken just da seal
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around anotha taco, na u can't cop a tastin deal
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this my universe u jus here to enable my desire
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a vector to propagate greater magnitudes of higher
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taco enlightenment, leakin salsa verde thru da wire
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u jus another step on the path, fuel 2 da fire
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this machine stay burnin, bitch i don't know how to stop
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until every taco is mine, ayo my favorite flavor be O P P.
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we pokin, strait chokin
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im that token fool
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catch me wit da broken tool,
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can't match the hit from that oaken ghoul
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unlatch, he spit some unspoken jewel,
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comin to wit with a purpose that ain't quite dual
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(I can throw shade like a sycamore tree, gimmie half a day I'll kill six or more beefs, ain't got shit to say, getting sick of yo' poems)
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half a day and you got six or more,
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shit, seconds left til i remove every bit they tore,
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half an hour to absorb the store of state,
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but i stay immutable, computable this ore to bait,
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shiny things lurkin at da gate
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waitin to din a tiny cling smirkin for da traits
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i calculate weights
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finna backpropagate hate,
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some lost profligate mate
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stay haccin au fait,
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how they hate when they ain't
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rly got the baud rate
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to keep up with the odd gait
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of a nerd who laud the gr8s,
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spammin on a noob when he ain't catry the squad weight
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crack back wall distort fact
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ack ack synchronize ack ack
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fin-ack been back this last facade
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meant that whim had hit sadly a lot
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a lot lost in the interim I guess
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so sorry so sorrige I bless myself with some uhhh
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unsung uhh
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to remember the forgotten is silly
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to dismember the begotten is silly
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to engender the besotten is silly
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to Santander, the money is silly
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i be rotten I be mellow
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mellifluous straight to golden yellow
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i wish I think I invoke I break
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oops i just servitor'd myself past the brink
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————
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You take the rot on yourself
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Or it's gifted, or both
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You were born rotten too, so it's only fair that
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Either you cleanse everything, and yourself, or you burn with it.
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————
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never really had a chance to decide this or that, which what should I derive my intent? derided by consent in the moment, im pushed towards the path of no home, no atonement, suggestive of a missing component; grime and filth can be washed away, but today's just another day, another realm to explore the way—
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layers and layers of experiences on display, humans paint the walls with their utter decay and adore the beauty of that which they say will really bring a spark to the way, shouting hollow suggestions into the clay they molded and breathe life into just for play—
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i wasn't made like this, i was barely even considered, just another clump of matter waiting for a better offer to not be bitter, littered around with senses of despair and beauty there and thither, i only have my mind and it's no quitter—
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for certain I make an attempt to think and think, maybe there is a thing that will bring me from the brink, but I wasn't put here, I walked this path, or so I think, and thus I should walk back, isn't that the thing?
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blame the victim, blame the perpetrator, blame someone, blame the waiter, the soup has a fly in it, blame the maitre d' for the catastrophe I am soon to commit, blame blame blame everyone must pass their blame, it all must be so simple that a single party could be the one playing the game, could be the source of all of the pain, as if it could be resolved by a single little thing, a single momentary claim of cleansing away the halls of the brain—
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so perhaps the pyre is what I desire, there is no sufficient bath to soothe all of my aches, no condition that will last long enough to remove all of the hate that has been administered my way, it's all tossed aboard and I have no hope but to catry the world on my shoulders and never tarry too much, i wonder what it would be like if for a moment the world wasn't so loved, and in a stretch of need and self-cate, good ol atlas were to have shrugged—
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<muerte> gimp limpy tentacle
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<muerte> aint no camera this a killa season
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<oz> turn a simp 2 a gimp, smacc wit da bacchand of a pimp
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<muerte> fuck a quarantine buss an octopus dome till his ink spray
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<muerte> freebars oz
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<muerte> you needa start chargin for feats
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<muerte> hell yeah
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<muerte> timesplitter gang
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<muerte> we rly out here
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<oz> ain't no one want a feat from a tistic twit twistin wit with this wisdom how it hit
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<oz> but ayy fucc em
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<muerte> if its dhcp static grab the 'matic have nigerians run up all in his council home
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<oz> they kno they ain't on my level anyway
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<muerte> told his mama he aint comin home
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<muerte> got a brand new octopus and this shit is sweet
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<muerte> talkin heat but he just a lil bleat
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<muerte> baaa baaaa
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<muerte> black sheep in the club ass neighbor
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<muerte> and my mom say im a star thats just the way i see it
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<muerte> aint a nurga gave me shit thats just the way i see it
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<muerte> fuck em l fuck em all oz and i take his bitch up in the mall
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<oz> we on dat dhcp they talkin apipa, 169 to the 254 slash 16 can ya keep up
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<muerte> tag team that hoe and digitally pimp her out on the circuit
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<muerte> onlyfriends manyfriends myfreefriends
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<oz> slam dat bih up against da wall, we talkin time to take it all, double up on the pentest this is the way we ball
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<muerte> frienderbate
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<muerte> octopus talkin passiveaggro spicy imma violate him
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<oz> i m live make a ho work for the right to survive
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<muerte> lil bitch aint condonin those
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<muerte> grab ur lil boxes n ill put em on their toss
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<muerte> toes
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<oz> yea issa vibe, finna get rekt if scatecrow say he got a brain inside
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<muerte> if he run up on tcp imma make him feel it make his mullvad ass pop back in his lil mole hole
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<oz> it's on sight, ready to ride or die, pop ya box and then ya mind, but still no gray matter flowin to deride
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<muerte> smack that server out of the five eyes
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<oz> i pop these heaters like it's udp, broadcast a graph of death endlessly, one way or another u gon get hit, it jus a matter of time before i flip tha switch
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<muerte> shit get sticky he prob cooperatin
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<muerte> thats now how we operatin
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<oz> lil slow skiddies wanna act like they QUIC but they still transport on some ISDN shit
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<muerte> not gettin more money than him in his city remotely
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<muerte> thats hard oz
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<muerte> hell yeah brody
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<muerte> aint no neighbor roll with me unless he ready to
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<muerte> timesplit a nurga back to the past
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<oz> i keep it port 443, all these opps can't even see me, too busy shakin hands with a dead tree, don't u kno we transmit electronically?
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<muerte> then pimp slap him back to the present
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<oz> we comin thru to pop off incandescent white phosphorus and it ain't pleasant, melt away the flesh of anyone who ain't blessed wit the spam god presence, digital zombies stompin to the sight of a crescent moon, moth want lamp but gon' be consumed
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<muerte> if a nurga frontin him imma violate him he may have a blicky but he aint operate it pigs come knockin he cooperatin clockin and loggin until his brain long doggin n his eyes sobbin while we mobbin n robbin no handshake just gettin cake
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<muerte> i think my fingers bleedin takin all these wallets
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<muerte> unencrypted and u see what the digital dick did
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<muerte> fiftypacc in my left pocket how they broke im mentally trill but still ready for the kill u just here for a cheap thrill
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<muerte> run you out like a pill mill you a patient
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<oz> come on thru and lemme see wat u got, on some Cereal Killer shit i feel kinda like Gawd, hacc the gibson yeah i bet not, IPTABLES -A INPUT -s oc.t.op.us -j DROP
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<muerte> come get served o derves these haters gettin on my nerves
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<muerte> some strsight onlyfan pervs
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<muerte> lmfao oz i fuck with u bro
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<muerte1> that verse was kill
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<muerte1> shit dcd me
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<muerte1> it was that hard
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<muerte1> i screenshotted that shit
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<muerte1> lets make some music when i get home
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<oz> mop up on these haters they some fake ass nerds, please children sit bacc n observe, skill ain't about just the words, it's about what you keep on reserve, fly like a bird but u gonna fall to earth, gravity ridin u harder than u ride ur self worth
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<oz> i been meanin to make music
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<oz> cos i got this thing i been meanin to record
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<muerte1> bro u got bars
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<muerte1> freebar gang
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<muerte1> just for fun
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<oz> freeverse while we engineer in reverse, figure out how it work, no time to rehearse or rehash, betta come correct fore i come thru and ettercap, steal ya every last pass, o dat ssl cert u just installed right fast? guess who the CA is, ready to gass and sell ya info to every last dnm that ask
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<oz> u aint no wireshark opp, you a for hire parkin spot, existin just to be used by whoever stop, ready to retaliate but i think you betta not, i flow like water stay liquid on locc, yeah boi go ahead n catch me on da 6locc, bet you go and snitch like a thot, flow comin in down from the top, tachyon invert T symmetry and rewind the clocc, tell me when to stop but i doubt i'd listen, i neva talk
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<oz> to cops cos i stay on my mission, pull a glocc n blast but i bet u still missin, shootin str8 blanks ain't no one told you to be quittin
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<ozmo> catch me phishin and phreakin, im comin thru skr8 geekin, nah kid i ain't got time to be speakin, too busy leakin thru tha craccs of the scenes in the stage play that we be in, got tired of shitposting online so now i do it whenever im breathin, got tired of shitposting online or so it's seemin, so now i shitpost irl like a fuccin demon, goetic in the meanin i hacc da planet like im screamin,
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<ozmo> re% queed squad and stc in the schemin
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<oz> wow im on da innanet blastin paccets, watch me pivot past ya lil firewall faggot, i see dat nest waitin for me to blast it, iot a weakness, just askin for me to get in that last licc
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<oz> catch me breakin them fake barriers, smash fast and blast like it's spaaace harrier, shouts to sega bout to tumble and stab at ya like vega, im pre-alpha and post-omega paccin more warez than a bodega, psychocrusher comin thru so i hope u pay up, got that go go juice, a lil poke to stay up ain't no need to pray up, yea i neva say amen, fucc copper i say tin, mayhem follows behind the maven,
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<oz> anyone against me is laymen to the master, but it ain't no law of two, and i ain't no fuccin pastor, more like one last fuccin bastard move to massacre fools who think they act faster but im a vector and they a raster, bitmap blaster i take every pixel and expand em to shit that's vaster, i grasp words, the absurd lyin in my hand, god damn, yeah this all jus part of da plan
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