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• Written by pound4pound
I got [Big] dreams/
I'm notorious and pristine/
give a chap L's like the Sistine/
been sick since sixteen/
it seems, this disease uncurable/
clowns seemin down, they Cleveland Brown, just turrible/
undurable, my hunch is my punches everlast/
I'll fuckin uppercut ya soul like you stepped in glass/
weapons blast, I'm on a roll like the best in class/
arms out like I'm catching cabs/
my method's mad/
a bad dude, motto's "cash rules"/
my [9 lives] on my waist, all you [cats] through/
and if you pressed to test it like a classroom/
[check] yourself [mate], before you make ya [last move](check mate is the last move in chess)/
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pound4pound
Member since November 6 2014