game caled pain

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i excel at the game called pain
make thees rhymes until i end up in a position of fame
so i can lay with this dame called lane
how did i pull up to this game
 
its powerful how my rhymes
are designed to time fly by
bitches be like "oh my your fine, divine"
like the words i spit give god a kick
 
spiting thees bars
that will leave scars
more deadly than SARS
or the atmosphere on mars

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N0FAME
Member since January 10 2016

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